Check the camera

Picking up the camera, Micah wandered downstairs, idling opening the view screen on the side of the hand-held and absent-mindedly pressing play.

There was footage!

Micah stopped, stunned for a few seconds, before rushing to his laptop and plugging the camera in.

He expanded the playback screen on the slightly larger monitor and pressed play.

All seemed fine. They had slipped off into, it seemed, serene, unencumbered sleep. Tossing and turning sporadically throughout the night.

That was, until exactly 3:07.

At dead-on 3:07, Katie, laying on her back, became rigid. Her breathing stopped, and her slender frame became motionless. Her arms down at her side, they appeared to depress into the mattress, as if some **** were pinning them down. This was swiftly followed by her legs, which were **** down and somewhat away from one another so that the camera now had a perfect view of her pussy lips. The definition on the screen was astounding, and Micah felt proud of his investment, and even more so when he could make out the moist, wet lips of his girlfriends cunt.

Then, he remembered the situation they were in.

Katie's head had been turned to the side, and, Micah realised with a sordid guilt, it appeared that Katie was giving head to someone standing at her side. There was no one there, but Micah felt deep unease.

Made worse by the fact his cock was pressing uncomfortably against his zipper once again.

Her limbs pinned against the mattress, her head was being used by some unseen ****, bobbing side to side. Her hair was tussled, as if the... thing... were holding her by the hair and forcing itself down her throat.