Emmaline is distracted by her partners

In her own cell, Emmaline felt a sense of relief at the fact that Samuel seemed content to simply have her suck his cock. She didn't exactly have a plan for getting herself out of this mess--this was a mostly just a bid for time at this point--but it was still better than the alternative.

She leaned forward, licking up the underside of his shaft as she watched his face, her big, round eyes meeting his. She seemed entirely unaware of how her makeup had been smeared on her face, of the black tears that ran down her cheeks and the way her lipstick didn't quite match her lips any longer. Emmaline lapped at the man's cock like a kitten. Teasing his cock with her tongue, she slowly worked her way up to his cock head, then finally took him in her mouth--though only for moment before she released him again as her hand idly stroked the other cock.

Sameul's hand came to rest on the back of her head. He didn't **** her or push her forward at all, simple offered a firm presence, a statement that, if he so desired, he could press her forward and stuff his cock fully down her throat at a moment's notice. The shape of his cock was nice, with slight curve to it's bulging length, and Emmaline found that she was actually rather starting to enjoy the feeling of it.

Her eyes finally broke from his face, Emmaline now grinning directly at his cock. If she was faking her excitement, it sure was convincing. She took the tip of it in her mouth again, licking it with a thoughtful expression before she started to lower her head down. Gradually, more and more of the cock disappeared into her mouth. When her lips were wrapped about halfway down, she turned, looking over at David.

Emmaline held his gaze for a moment, giving a playful wink before she continued downward, taking more and more of Sam's cock into her mouth, then throat, until her lips pressed against his pelvis. She held herself there for several seconds before she finally began to rise back up letting his cock out of her mouth equally slowly, sensually.

In the other cell, the agent reached up, pulling the cloth gag from Caroline Beaumanoir's mouth. Her mouth hung open in a silent gasp as she stared up at him, her face a frozen picture of utter shock, which seemed to want to twist itself into lust. As the agent thrust his cock into her once again, her expression shattered, and a half-scream, half moan tore past her lips to echo through the dungeon.