The cold of the drink and the burn of the vodka is very welcome, as it somehow manages to relax him and sharpen his thoughts at the same time. For the moment, it looks like he's pretty much somewhere between Sara and Natasha's guest and plaything, and honestly, he can't see anything to complain about it.

When the video starts, his eyes flick from the screen to the room, recognizing it immediately, followed by quickly catching on to the two women who were kissing and groping each other like they were starving for one another. His brain breaks just a little.

Sara had told him. Natasha had confirmed it. But there's video. And clothes are flying and body parts are tangling, and a few inches away from where Sara is kneeling in front of him, his cock lurches awake at the sight of it all.

"Oh my God..."