Wait, I know. We can assure that she won’t tell Father a thing.’ “I will tell him! When he hears –” The thought occurred to her that perhaps...he meant to kill her, a thought she would have only moments ago dismissed as absurd. Yet, so too would she have dismissed the thought that her own brother would be ordering her to … to … “How will we convince her to keep her silence?” “We’ll just have to make sure she enjoys what she does,” Rob said. “If that’s the case, she’ll be none too eager to tell. Some fidgeting was heard by the ladies along with their low voices.Their wives returned sporting their own erect shafts in the form of black veiny bulbous head strapons. The women circled their tied sword fighters, heels clicked on the tile , their hard black dongs bobbed as the two strutted. They stopped either side of their gladiators, joining in on the exhibition. The mistress' gloved hands grasp cocks and together. C & T felt each other, leather fingers and strapon all at once. They grunted. "I'm not surprised. So we just hugged each other for a long time. Then she kissed me on the forehead. I remember that so well. And then..." Rachael suddenly stopped. She closed her eyes and sighed, a tiny smile on her lips."What?" asked Lissa.Rachael opened her eyes again. "I don't think I should tell you the rest," she said."Why not?" Lissa, how open-minded are you?" What do you mean?" Are you open to new experiences? New sensations?" I'm not sure what you're getting at." Allison's talked. "I felt a cold shudder run down my back. "Tim, I didn't do anything, really." Yeah. You're right. You just changed my life and made me the luckiest, happiest, guy on the planet. No big deal; happens every day." Second luckiest." I said with a grin."We'll have to agree to disagree on that one. How do you keep up with two?" Simple, I don't try. I just show up and do my best. They're very forgiving." Well, good luck with your parents. Oh no! That's not what this is about is it? They didn't find.