I..." My head was whirling. "I mean, how long will I have to...err... postpone him from... penetrating me... before the game is over?" No, no," Owne... said, waving away my question. "What fun would it be ifyou knew that? We have to have some suspense. I'll know and so will he.But you'll like it more if we leave that a mystery. Don't you think so?"Sweating inside the rubber suit, so restricted, with the problem of havingto urinate later on my mind, my sense of helplessness rose to new. I love you too, Sasha.”Diana’s pleading eyes began to water.“I know that we’ll stay friends, but please, after all this, please don’t stop loving me.”“We won’t, Diana,” I said fighting off great sadness. “We’ll be down for breakfast in a little while. I love you.”“I love you too Diana. I really do,” Sasha said as she stroked Diana’s hip.“OK, I am taking off. He’s all yours now, Sasha,” now Diana was fully crying.The two women kissed. After Diana left, Sasha turned to me and took me into her. ”When the song ended, I dropped my arms. Bobbie didn’t. She said, “Rick, please. Look at the front of my skirt before you move away.” I looked down between us. She, or rather he, had an erection. It was pushing out the front of her, or his, skirt.I felt myself starting to get hard again. “How could that be happening,” I wondered. “I’m not gay, am I?”The band started a new song; another slow one. Bobbie began to sway to the music, the bulge in the front of his skirt brushing against the growing. The problem was not what to do with the sheet, but what to do with Ricky. Now that he'd fucked her, he'd be after her all the time for more. But she couldn't let him--could she? Even if she wanted to? It wasn't right--was it?The music coming from downstairs caught her ear. Shawn was playing one of those sensuous, yet lonely pieces he seemed to favor. Alice was drawn to the hallway to listen. Soon she found herself descending the stairs, her bare feet sinking into the carpet. The music came.