My dad was going out with some guys at work so we would have the place to ourselves for most of the night. She told me not to wear a costume, since sh... had already changed out of hers.So a bit later we were cuddled up with her in my lap as we were watching Arthur (another of my bootlegs) when my dad left for his party. I was having a blast caressing her and feeling my little Linda squirm against me. We were sitting on the floor, with my back against the couch, her bottom pressed against my. Fuck!The door opened cautiously, I took a deep breath in the dark and turned my head to what the devil had brought to my doorstep.“Don’t you dare look at us.” Roberta was cold and on point, extremely comfortable with her demands. Without even seeing her, I could imagine her imperious look. The surety flashing across her young face that only a life of privilege can provide.“Here’s the rule, Professor Blackburn. You do exactly what we tell you to do and the picture stays between us. Got it?”With. I don’t bother with panties, stepping instead into a short, black PVC skirt, then pulling a black leather-style PVC jacket out of the wardrobe.My handbag is by the bed. I put the makeup in it along with a new tube of Durex Play and two 25ml bottles of Blue Boy poppers. There are condoms already there, but I won’t need those, because Mutant John is going to come in me.I rarely bareback, because despite being a slut I like the freedom that good sexual health affords. Mutant John is special. It wasn't limited to his work or the things he read. He was always analyzing something in his spare time like when he brushed his teeth or took a shower. There were so many times he would come out of the shower and say, "I just had an interesting idea." He used the word interesting because he didn't want characterize his thoughts as amazing. But often they were.To my regret, I had not picked up the thinking habit.He told me about his bachelor party with less detail than had been supplied by.