I watched as the bell rang. Again my sissy never even looked at the door. I asked him if there was something wrong. He said that he doesn't answer the...door when dressed as such. I asked "dressed as what?" "This is what you liked and you agreed that you would like to try dressing." "Part of doing house chores is answering the door as well." “ He said he was sorry and that he wasn't ready to show his fetish to outsiders." I knew I had to help him with his shyness about who he was. As time went. I know that my arse will be a better option for his enormous weapon. They lube up generously, and each hunker down to line up their cocks to my orifices.When they enter me, together, it feels like two enormous snakes are trying to find their way up to my heart by separate routes. The blind beasts push all resistance aside, ignoring bruises, organs that get in the way are pushed aside too... I squeal and whimper. It hurts, of course, but with E fuelling me, it's a hurt I positively crave!I arch. It was an eternity before we made a move to free ourselves from the embarrassing position. Instead of letting me up straight away as I thought he would a number of looks passed over his face I wonder what he was contemplating I soon got my answer. He pushed me down on to my back and kicked the stock room door shut with his feet. “What are you doing”? I said breathlessly and confused, but so excited, cause in a strange way I knew what was coming. He did not reply to me he just bent his head. ‘Both of you of course,’ I replied as we walked down 15th Street, and past the Ellipse. In the distance, the Washington Monument was sticking up from its hill while tourists and Uniformed Secret Service agents were crowding the street. ‘I am so glad you are here,’ I said, squeezing Katherine again. ‘How long are you staying?’ My head was on a swivel as the two of them looked at each other. ‘I guess that depends,’ she said. ‘How healthy are you?’ She was smiling as she said it and I knew exactly.