The table and drawers in the hallway 2

In the hallway, right by the stairs, there was a narrow lacquered wooden table with two drawers. It wouldn’t really be much of a hiding place for anything, but it might make sense that on the way up the stairs John Doe had ditched the planchette on or nearby. Looking on top of the table itself took no time, all that was on there was a lamp and the house landline. The two drawers below took a little longer. Flinging open the first one, you find only a few old letters in tattered envelopes. Pushing you aside you find more of the same, alongside a few old documents, pens, and an expired driver’s license. The other drawer is similarly unhelpful, although it is at least a little neater. In it you find another pen beside a pad of sticky notes with a number scrawled on it, besides that is an old wallet. Grabbing it you hurriedly tear it apart to find it completely empty, not even a single coin of spare change anywhere inside. Tossing it back you check to the very back of both drawers again, finding nothing.

Somehow, against all laws of physics, you hear the sound of a zipper being teased down all the way upstairs. The girls are silent now, anticipation clearly welling up inside them as they slowly unveil John Doe’s bulge. Two feminine gasps make it clear when his apparently impressive member is revealed. “Whoa, you’ve got a lovely, lovely dick, John Doe,” Sarah sighs, sounding almost lovestruck. “Is it okay if we play with it a little?” She asks, although you can tell by a masculine grunt of satisfaction that she must already have started touching him. “Fuck, it’s so hard,” Miranda comments, evidently touching Tom’s dick too. “I can’t even fit a hand around it!” Sarah titters, the sight of that massive dick having made her and Miranda both quite giggly. “I wonder if I can fit my mouth around it,” Sarah continues, her giggling stopping ominously as her mouth becomes occupied by something else. “Oh, you’re such a slut Sarah,” Miranda playfully admonishes her friend. Sarah’s reply is unintelligible as she struggles to talk with her mouthful.

“Mm, mm, mmm!” Sarah moans around Tom’s dick before you hear her take in a deep breath. “Miranda you have got to try this!” She raves, her lips no longer occupied by Tom’s fat sausage. “This precum tastes incredible!” You can practically hear the look of disbelief on Miranda’s face by the awkward silence that follows, but then you hear the wet smacking of lips once more and realize that Miranda probably isn’t kissing Tom’s lips again. “Mm? Mm! Mmmm! Mwah! You’re right Sarah, that really does taste good,” Miranda moans. You can faintly hear something said in a low gravelly voice that must be coming from Tom, but unlike the higher pitches of the girls’, it doesn’t resonate down to you. “Well, if you insist,” Miranda replies. “You don’t have to tell me twice,” Sarah adds, both of them obviously acquiescing to that unheard command. The renewed sounds of them licking and sucking leave no room for doubt as to what they agreed to. They are both happily sucking his cock again, worshipping it’s impressive length with their slutty tongues, and pampering his thick cockhead with their soft lips.

For a while the only noise from upstairs is the wet, sloppy sounds of oral sex, until you hear a girl **** again. You’re about to race up there to help, presuming that John Doe is attacking Sarah or Miranda again, but then you hear that girl gasping for air and laughing. “It’s been a long time since I’ve choked on a cock like that,” Sarah moans, sounding wistful rather than regretful. “Want a try Miranda?” She casually offers your darling crush a chance to gag on Tom’s throat-filling cock, like she was offering her a drag on a joint. “I don’t think I can manage that,” Miranda replies, and for a second you hope that she might be excusing herself from this lurid “distraction,” until her next words bring you crashing down. “But there is something else I think I can do.” You shudder to think what that might be, but you know you’ll find out very soon unless you find that planchette.