36- Bathroom Play

The basement was quiet late at night, and as Brent sat in front of the shoulder pusher pushing the bar, listening to the regular rattling of the equipment, it seemed more and more like the silence was excessive.

Perhaps it was because his training was finally paying off, and he didn't have to focus on the equipment or the limbs anymore, his eyes drifted to the surveillance feed.

The house is empty, Elisa is asleep in her bed with Elmo in her arms, Hermosa has not yet returned.

It was after midnight and Brent frowned.Hermosa was rarely home this late.

Images came naturally to Brent's mind: Hermosa lying in a dirty LA motel bed, moaning, her tantalising hole gurgling with juice, a blurry-faced man on top of her......

Brent propped himself up on his arms and sat back in his wheelchair, and before he could leave the lab, his phone rang.

"Biological activity detected, please click to view details."

Without thinking, he clicked on the alert and saw Hermosa leaning helplessly against a pilla