Enjoying the show, taking it slow

Tom sat in bed, pants down and livestream up on his laptop. He’d had to slow down at the start to stop himself cumming, the nervous jealousy from worrying about what was taking them so long to start the stream almost sending him over the edge before the night had even begun. His mind had been running wild imagining more and more outrageous situations, and was on the verge of calling Emily when she finally texted him.

Seeing Emily squirming under Bill’s uncouth treatment had **** Tom to have to let go of his cock for fear of cumming too soon. He’d grown a little bored as Emily stood back as the men talked, though the fact that the three of them got to see Emily up close and personal in her slutty outfit while he was **** to watch on his laptop made his heart ache with jealousy, while also making his dick throb. He looked at Emily standing subserviently by, ready to follow the orders of any of the old, ugly men, while he slowly jacked off by himself. He stared intently at the pixels that formed her image, trying to catch a hint of the shape of her pussy through the tight shorts, thinking about how two men significantly older than Emily had got to see her naked pussy, while he had only got to see it once.

He watched for another twenty minutes, during which Emily served Trigger twice more, getting a rub on the bottom each time, and Bill once, who only degraded her with derogatory names. There was another knock on the door. Emily looked expectantly at Bill, unsure if he wanted her to answer it again. Instead he lumbered to his feet and walked out of the camera's frame towards the front door.

After a short conversation that Tom couldn’t discern over the stream, Bill returned, followed by a large, hairy man. He had a long, dark, unkempt beard and hair, and looked like he used to be very muscly, but had lost some of his strength in his old age. Not that he looked super old, probably about fifty.

“Well hello, who do we have here?” he said as he spotted Emily. Emily fidgeted under his intense gaze.

She opened her mouth, but Bill cut in before she could introduce herself. “Rob, this is Emily. Emily, Rob,” he said, gesturing between them. “Emily is here to help keep us fed and with a drink in our hands.”

“And act as a feast for our eyes as well by the looks of it,” Rob sneered. “Well, I’ll have a whiskey and coke thanks love.” He strode to the table and claimed the last seat as Emily hurried to the kitchen to fetch him his drink.

As he walked towards his seat and Tom got to see his face straight on he felt like he recognised him. He had no idea from where though. With his build Tom reasoned he could be a retired athlete or something.

“Hello fellas, long time no see,” he said with a chuckle as he sat down.

“Ha ha, yeah, good to see you La-, ah, Rob,” said Trigger.

“Oh yeah, hi Rob,” added Clive.

Emily returned with Rob’s drink. He took it off her, his other hand running up and down the back of her toned thigh as he thanked her. Tom had a great view as Rob was seated on the side of the table closest to the hidden camera. Rob slid his hand up and gave her butt a good squeeze, his fingers digging into the fleshy globe, before patting her and sending her on her way. She walked back to stand attentively by the entrance to the kitchen.