Laura Timmins skipped off the elevator and headed down the hallway towards the Reeds' apartment. Dressed in a pair of cut-off jeans and a small halter top, she walked up to the door and rang the bell.

A thin, dark-haired, young man, dressed in a bathrobe, answered the door. "Hello, Laura. Come in, you're right on time." He led her into the living room and offered her a chair.

"We just put Michael to bed. He should sleep all evening so you should not have any trouble with him. As soon as my wife and I finish dressing, we'll be leaving and the place will be yours. Meanwhile, you can watch television if you like." He hurried back into the bedroom and left Laura alone.

She sat cross-legged in the chair, watching television, when suddenly she heard noises coming from the bedroom. It sounded like a man moaning. She crept up to the door, cracked it open and peeked inside.

There, sitting naked on the edge of the bed, was Mr. Reed and kneeling on the floor between his legs was his wife, also naked. She was bent over his lap, licking and playing with his cock, while he stroked her long, black hair. Laura watched as she took his entire cock into her mouth and sucked it slowly, pausing every now and then to run her tongue over its bulb.