“Hello. I’m James,” the young man said, confidence exuding from his face. She took his hand delicately and replied with a flirtatious smile, “...ell hello James, I’m Elle. You’re right about the martinis, they’re terrible.” He suddenly leaned close to her ear, her soft hand in his firm grip still, “Tell me something Elle. Why is a thirty-year old woman talking to a twenty-year old boy in a dark bar that can’t even make a good martini? Why aren’t you at home, being fucked by, I don’t know, a. “You Guys always want a suck first. Shit. No problem baby but I gotta go pee pee first, Kay?” Melody said, pushing his head away from her tits maybe a little more roughly than she’d intended.“Which door, babe?”“Huh? Umm...” Paul was thinking of Andrew in the apartment’s only bathroom. The flaw in their badass plan suddenly becoming apparent.Melody was already up off the couch moving towards one of three closed doors. The first was the bathroom and the other two were the twins’ shared bedroom. Being more experienced and without the mistress there they quickly guided each of their sisters giving them a nice orgasm and quickly moved to dry their sisters.Grabbing towels they had almost started to dry themselves. However they had thought about how they had been already ordered to talk as one then to wash their sisters and decided to continue that pattern when it came to drying off as well as doing their hair and makeup. Sure they hadn't been ordered to do this yet but they suspected that. ”He’s insane, Emma thought wildly. I am in the clutches of a lunatic.“I’ll scream,” she threatened shakily.“Please do,” he replied coolly. “It turns me on.”“What are you, sadistic? Do you torture people just to hear them scream?”“Not at all,” he said, a laugh in his voice. “I will torture you, and you will scream, but not in the way you think. You will like it, you see. And nothing is more erotic than a screaming woman in the throes of pleasure.” He traced a finger down her body as he spoke,.