Henry got up and went to the office door, giving an order to someone, who Max didn't care who it was, to fetch his guest. It wasn't long before Ryan walked into the office with a sarcastic smile, as if he knew what he was talking about and had expected it.
"Your cousin accepted our deal." Henry went on to say.
Maxwell's cousin sat down in the armchair, looking happy now.
"I'm happy about that, cousin. Your brother owes us a 'product', and what you're giving us now, I'll consider as compensation. I can't wait to be able to enjoy that young lady."
Max looked thoughtfully at Ryan.
"Does my brother know you were planning this?"
"Alfa doesn't miss a detail. He's very thorough."
Maxwell nodded.
"Don't be inhibited, Ryan. You can start having fun with Camille now. I think it'll be more fun than sitting here debating with your cousin." Henry said, and Ryan looked at him in surprise.
"Can I go over there now? Shouldn't we wait until she's back in the green house?"
"You should go, Ryan." Maxwell said, knowing he could see his cousin in action.
Ryan didn't wait for them to say another word, and hurried off.
Henry smiled, picked up the remote control, closed the door from the inside, and turned on the television in the office, which already had the cameras on, right in Camille's house. It showed every part of the house, and Henry fiddled with the controls until it only focused on Camille's bedroom, which was where they were interested. She was asleep. Maxwell had already fucked her that day. She must have been exhausted, because he was particularly inspired. It took a few minutes for Ryan to enter the room and into their field of vision.
Camille woke up when she heard someone enter the room. She thought it was one of the staff, as Maxwell didn't usually visit her more than once a day. She would have taken the opportunity to ask them to bring her some coffee. But when she sat down on the bed, she faced the man who was the slightly younger version of Maxwell. Her chest filled with hope. She threw aside the sheet covering her and got up, walked over to him and knelt at his feet.
"Please, sir! Your cousin is keeping me here against my will. Release me, please! Get me out of here!"
Ryan stared at her, just for a second, before pulling her by the hair and making her stand up. Her mouth dropped open in surprise.
"Take off your clothes!"
"Sir?"
He slapped her across the face, and she put her hand on the sore spot, staring at him in disbelief.
"Are you going to wait for me to speak again?"
Camille understood. She was going to be used by Max's cousin too. She didn't know if it would be passed on to him permanently, or if it would be shared. If it was the latter, she could never escape that fate, but if it was the former, she could win him over. Camille vaguely remembered some information about him... he wasn't married. She took off her shirt and pulled down her shorts. He was still staring at her impatiently, but with greedy eyes, and she liked that. She removed her underwear, and finally her bra, all the while staring at him seductively. He approached her and took hold of her breasts, which were still firm despite the way Maxwell had mistreated them. He stared at those breasts, as if they were new to his eyes. His fingers caught the nipple of her left breast and began to massage it. Camille moaned. She felt pleasure with that touch, and it had been a long time since she had experienced pleasure. She felt it when he replaced his fingers with his mouth and tongue, and she felt like lying down so that he could get more comfortable and proceed unhindered with his caresses.
He let go of the other breast, and his free hand traveled along the curves of her body, giving Camille a pleasure she couldn't yet remember feeling, finding her sex well cared for, made to give them both pleasure. He flicked her clitoris with his expert fingers.
Ryan felt that she was wet, and this excited him more than he had thought possible.
He pushed her, without letting go of her breast, until he reached the bed and made her lie down, not very gently, but she didn't mind. With his cousin, it was much worse. He put his mouth on her breast again and penetrated her hard. Camille moaned and squirmed under him.
She was on the verge of orgasm when he stopped the firm back and forth movement, pulled her by the hair and put his cock in her mouth.
She wasn't surprised to find her cousin's penis hard. He was proving to her that he was very virile.
Camille licked him and gave him the most thorough blowjob she had ever seen on television. Not only did she now know that he could give her pleasure, but she was also sure that she could win him over. She had the youth and beauty to do it. She heard him moan loudly as she gave him a blowjob that not even a prostitute would have had the wisdom to match. But she wanted to feel pleasure, too, and she would make him give her the pleasure that Max always denied her. The hands in his hair loosened. He was about to ejaculate, and she realized it when his huge penis began to throb in her mouth. Determined, she continued, until she felt his ejaculate in her throat. She swallowed it all, then stared at him seductively. His penis was still hard. She could tell he was confused. But it was only for a moment. Then he put her on all fours and shoved his cock into her anus. She cried out in pain, but it was only when it went in. Then she started rolling around on his cock, while he slapped her ass, and it wasn't long before he ejaculated a second time. As soon as that happened, he held her on all fours for a few minutes and she could feel his cock still throbbing inside her. He pulled out roughly, throwing her on the bed.
"It wasn't supposed to be like this!" He looked really tormented as he watched his hard cock.
"Come on." Camille called out, as she lay back and spread her legs. "Let's use that delicious, hard cock to give us more pleasure.