Terrance’s hand brushed through the blond hair in his lap. The whore was good. She used both hands as well as her mouth. He cast a glance at her and met her brown eyes briefly before focusing again on the pair atop the bed. The women fondled one another expertly. It seemed a race to see which could make the other scream first. The redhead was likely to lose. Both women were panting, but Eliza was nearly as red as her hair, a fantastic flush spreading down her chest. It was even odds that Lynn was cheating.