GULP… GULP… she gulped all his semen. Still, there was so much that some still leaked out from the corner of her mouth and fell into her breasts.
Just then, the door to the room was opened. Boulevard returned.
At the same time, the intermission was over, and the lights turned dim.
The scene Boulevard glimpsed was a blur of motion, a snapshot in the dark.
One moment there was plenty of light, the other moment, it had turned dark. Still, he was able to see his wife, Melissa, was leaning over on Reinhardt, her head near his lap.
Was she kneeling? Her head was down, and her red dress seemed slightly undone.
The sudden arrival also woke the occupants up, and they hurriedly made themselves decent.
Everything happened all too fast. Before Boulevard's eyes could adjust to the scene, Melissa's head jerked up. She turned away from Reinhardt's lap and hurriedly spit something out.
Something white spilled from her lips onto the floorboards of the box.
