"Wait on," he said. "Get a load of that."

All the men that were voyeuristically observing the proceedings turned to stare into the other room again, and now they saw that Hudson had stood up and was struggling out of his clothes. The metallic rasp of his zipper signaled release of his cock and there was a rustling sound as his shirt and then his suit pants fell to the floor, followed by his boxer shorts. His thick, hard penis sprang out, jutting from the coarse gray hair of his loins and his hand reached down to grasp it, massaging it lewdly, pulling the foreskin back and forth over the hard, blood-filled head.

He knelt up between the young schoolgirl's legs now, spreading her thighs wide apart until the poor child was afraid she would split down the middle. He seized her ankles, levering her legs up off the bed, until her knees were bent back almost to her shoulders. The glistening, flattened place of the young girl's glistening cunt was presented to Hudson's lust-filled eyes, as well as to those of the group of men watching. He cast a quick glance over his shoulder, a look of triumph, and then aimed his thick, hard cock straight at the moistly pulsating slit.

"Do it! Fuck the kid for Christ's sake!" someone in the outer room called, his voice hoarse with his own excitement, while another voice chimed in with, "yeah, shove it in the kid's cunt!"

Harlan Dryer, half-stripped, suddenly howled. "Jesus Christ, he needs some help and I'm going to volunteer my services," he added, crossing the conference room and going out, pulling at the zipper of his fly and closing the door at the same time. Seconds later, he too, could be seen through the two-way mirror, pulling off the remainder of his clothes as he approached the bed while Marilee lay, her arms clasped around Hudson's neck, now as she pulled his strong, athletic body down upon her own.