James took his time in the bathroom, glad to have a few moments alone and even more glad to be able to relieve himself. He washed his hands and rinsed...his mouth, trying in vain to get the taste of Jeanne's sperm off his tongue. He walked back into the bedroom and there she was, kneeling on the giant bed wearing a strange harness of leather and rubber straps around her waist and ass. She was otherwise naked, her luscious breasts jutting from her upper body and her impossibly large penis. "Are you sure you want to go through with it?"He couldn't be certain what was running through the clever brain of the vivacious doll standing before him, Max Keele reasoned, but in order to extract the ultimate from his lustful games as well as test proposed Spaxton members, he had to mercilessly probe, to learn the nature of their inevitable little hang-ups and play on them. There was no question in his mind but what he was going to feast on the nectar of this delicious young bitch's cunt. What was the proper cleaning procedure here?, shethought. Was she supposed to clean inside it? It was the one area ofher body she had not explored last night and now she was staring rightat it, her hands literally inches from it. Her hand slowly made its waydown to the wet folds, dragging the soap down across her lower abdomen.She touched it gently at first, as though it were something deadly. Shemoved her hand upwards and ran across the top of her slit. She gaspedloudly as a shock of pleasure. "How can you have spent 14 hours a day with her for the past four days and not fucked her? She's so sexy, so soft, so..."And then it hit her. For all the times she'd thought about Scott cheating on her, she'd also imagined how sexy Marcy was. The feeling she'd had when they'd first met wasn't jealousy, it was attraction. And now that she was so close to her, close enough to smell her delicious scent, close enough to feel the heat between their bodies, Heather realized her memory hadn't done the.