Still wearing his robe, Steve made his way to the suite in the east wing of his compound, winding his way through several corridors. Upon arrival, he silently let himself in and walked over to the sunken, circular "entertainment" pit.

The kids, unaware of his presence, were still having lots of fuck-fun. Steve sat at the edge of the pit and watched. Billie was now centering his affections on the new little thirteen year-old sex pot, and was, in fact, reclined on a large, velvet pillow while Susan licked and sucked his enormous dick. She was still wearing her little tank-top (which had dried by now) and her black thong. The thong, however had been pulled to one side by Lynn, who was positioned between her agile, fawn legs. Lynn had her mouth centered on the little trollop's sex hole and was slithering it over her clit. All the while Susan was mewling and cooing, and occasionally lifting her head to bleat an intense moan. It was apparent that she was near delirium with cocaine induced pleasure.

But she was aware enough to notice Steve watching her.

"Look, you guys," she notified the others. "Hi Steve," Lynn and Billie greeted.