My aunt licked her juices from Charlene’s face probably as she had done everytime they had “done it” together on that bed. My aunt gave me a sur...rised look. For a few cherished moments, she had forgotten I was there. Then she went back to what I thought was their usual ritual. The two women talked dirty again but I couldn’t hear every word. Kneeling face to face, they bumped tummies and breasts. Melissa reached around and slapped Charlene’s asscheeks. They pretended to catfight, hands pulling. Keiko chose an implement she had made herself. Three 3ft lengths of square, hard, plastic coated telephone cord protruded from a short, heavy, rubber covered wooden handle. The once cream coloured cords now had a reddish pink tinge along their whole length and Keiko knew that the blood of their latest catch would soon be applying another coat of dye to the plastic.Yumi selected a single tail pleated leather whip. It was a hand made Australian whip, about four feet long, with a thin forked. The couple seemed to have no idea they were being watched, and they probably would not have cared. They kept changing positions as they rolled in the sand, their mouths mashed in a deep kiss. Sometimes the man would be on top and sometimes the woman, as they moved in perfect sync with each other, their legs and arms intertwining, and their asses grinding and writhing together. I was the first to speak. "Now we have finally seen something," I said with a smile as I looked at my wife. "Yes but I. Admit it.That was the best blow you?ve had for a while, maybe ever. You know the song,?Hips Don?t Lie?? Well cocks don?t either. Now tell me you can?t get a price atauction for these skills.? Ithought about it. She was right. One thing I?ve learned in business. Sometimesyou have to throw the rule book out of the window and go for a little lateralthinking. OK,? I said. ?We?ll see how it goes. There?s an auction at the end ofthe month. We?ll put you through the basic training routine. If you make.