Nothing. Let her come to him

After entering the house, Gray found a comfortable seat in the foyer and relaxed. Once again, Samson was itching to get at her, but by now he trusted Gray to do the necessary marinating.

Clearly unsure of what this strange man was going to do, Violetta took advantage of his inaction and quickly departed from the room. She stayed gone. Eventually, Gray picked up a magazine. Samson could only imagine how she was coping with the flood of pheromones Gray had released practically into her face. He admired her determination and strength in resisting it, but he and Gray both knew that no mortal could stave off the urges forever.

They were proved right when they saw a shadow of movement in the corner of their eye as they read. Violetta was standing in the corner of the room wearing skimpy lace lingerie. She also had an elaborate pearl chain draped over her very shapely neck. There was a stricken look on her face, as if she could not believe what she was doing. A grin spread across Gray's face. Nothing made it more fun than finding a woman with enough spirit to push back. He waited.

There was no audible crack in the room when her resistance finally broke, but Samson thought there might as well have been given the suddenness with which Violetta acted. In a moment she was at his side, taking him by the hand, pulling him up the stairs. Gray was curious to see where she would take them. His hunch proved correct when they stepped into a massive, marbled bathroom. Even in her pheromone addled state, Violetta could figure out where the easiest place to hide her infidelity would be.

Breaking off from her grip, he gave her back the lightest of shoves against a wall mirror. Perhaps involuntarily, her body took on a seductive pose that let him admire her form.

Finally satisfied, Gray pounced. He violently kissed her, ripping the lace to get her out of it. Despite her clear intentions to get him into the shower, he fought back, taking her for the first time bent against the mirror. Momentarily satisfied, he let her turn on the shower and followed her in. Settling into a rhythm, he thrust into her shapely rear over and over and over again, for what felt like hours to Samson. The warm water dripped over both their bodies as their muscles grew weary. Samson knew that Gray could keep them in a standing position for essentially eternity, but Violetta had no such resource. Eventually her legs gave out and slid to the floor of the shower. Gray released Samson's pent-up seed across her body and face.