’ ‘But, ah, why.. why stay here at the con this late, then?’ Stephanie asked, perplexed. ‘Hah.. well I shoulda found someone to shack up with... but..’ Kelly trailed off listlessly and shrugged. ‘Haven’t had any luck. I was thinking about just chillin’ overnight in the viewing room across the hall, ’cause they’ve got chairs at least, but the creepy little high-pitched Japanese voices got super obnoxious. Why, you got space in your room?’ Stephanie sighed, shifting uncomfortably on tired feet.. “Or the most recent?”“That night she danced with me?” I asked.“Oh, she asked again then. But it was right around her sixteenth birthday when she got wind of your freedom in this area. It was an innocent question at first, or so I thought. She just asked why I let you have sex with other girls. Well, besides Kara. She kind of understood the three-way marriage, but not completely. We talked about that, too.”“And what did you tell her?”“The same thing every time. When she turned eighteen she could. What a brilliant piece of depravity - what better way to humiliate her than to treat her like a piece of laboratory equipment, a chunk of meat to be probed to see how it reacts? The first student put on a pair of rubber gloves and pushed his fingers into my wife's gaping cunthole. He pulled them out and rubbed them against his thumb, then sniffed them. He made a face and everyone laughed. "Take a swab," the instructor said. He picked up a six-inch long cotton swab and poked it slowly into her,. Leaving just a tiny, well-trimmed tuft had seemed more sophisticated as she had been getting ready for this. She closed her brown eyes, even though it made it a bit harder to keep her balance. His warm hands on both her thighs, pretty high up. “Such a pretty pussy…“Thank...you...sir”She moaned. Fingers were touching her lower lips. Yes, she was wet, had been for a long time. In fact, every time she had been thinking about the letter. The tip of a finger slid up into her.Finally…She wanted to.