She stays the night again

You watch the camera for a moment, as Ross collapses onto the bed, before finding a towel to clean himself up. You put down the tablet, neither wanting to share in his moment of shame and suffering, nor to watch him wiping up the cum dripping from his ass.

After a few moments you hear his door open, and then footsteps, another door opening and closing, and finally the sound of the shower. What are you meant to do in a situation like this? Should you say something? But what can you say without him figuring out that you were in on everything? That you were the one controlling the video feed? You're getting pulled deeper and deeper into her web.

You wonder whether he already knows. After all, everyone saw you go back to the bedroom with Salomé. How can you convince them that you didn't see under her skirt?

Sleep comes only with a struggle, but eventually you manage, only to wake up by the morning light shining through the window.

You get up, get dressed, and go to get some breakfast. As you walk past Will's room, you can just barely hear some slurping sounds coming from behind his door, as well as some quiet moaning from Will. You wonder whether you should walk in and stop things before they go any further. But you quickly reject the idea. After all that you've done to keep this secret, you can't bear to throw it all away, and continue on to the kitchen. At least Will gets to enjoy himself for a little longer before it all turns into a nightmare for him.

While you eat your cereal, you hear a muffled yelp of surprise coming from Will's room, then silence again. Apparently they've reached that step. You wonder whether he is going to resist, but as the minutes pass, it quickly becomes clear that she has succeeded again. It's hard to escape the thought of what's going on in there, that huge meatstick sliding in and out of your friend.

After a few minutes, you decide to go back to bed, but as you walk past Will's room, you hear Salomé's voice.

"Hey, can you come in here for a second?"

You stop, and briefly wonder whether you can just pretend not to have heard her. But she doesn't give you that luxury.

"Yeah, in here. Remember our hot night last night!"

You begrudgingly open the door and step inside.