My loser tendencies floated to the surface immediately. Free food is never turned down by a loser. And I was hungry. Or at least I thought I was hungr....“What kind of poll?” I asked. Staying around this perky person would mean that throbbing would eventually turn into a bonafied headache.“Actually, it’s to determine if you’ll be invited to be part of a focus group.” she said happily.As a dyed-in-the-wool loser I was intimately familiar with what focus groups did. Focus groups decided what people. I shut out all the lights, keeping the one in the kitchen on so I could actually see what I was doing. I was straining the noodles when I heard a quiet, meek knock at the door. I ran to the bathroom and checked my appearance once more. I had on a snug white eyelet skirt and a black blouse and had curled my hair and put on my favorite dangling earrings. I opened the door and Bill greeted me just as usual. ‘Hey there!’ he said. ‘Happy Valentine’s Day. I -‘ he looked at his surroundings. He noted. But Aunt Gwen was so closed off, so aloof, so shelled. Every time he saw her, he just wanted to pull her down and fuck her.Or maybe she was the dominant type like Aunt Ame. You can't always tell, he knew. Some people didn't even know themselves until they were in the bedroom and allowed to do what they wanted to. Caesar didn't really care - he'd been Dom and sub and liked both so long as he was allowed to cum in the end.Cum in Aunt Gwen's end. Caesar shivered and resisted stroking himself.. Some nights I slept with Randi. She had her own signal that meant she wanted some attention. She’d swat me on my butt as she walked by. That was it. Just a swat that didn’t even hurt. I didn’t figure it out for almost a month. After that, I paid attention to what the others did. Most of them started out asking me to come over to the house to do this or that for them. When I got there, there was a horny woman waiting for me. There were a couple of times when they actually wanted me to do some.