“I have a surprise.”“You do?”“Yeah”, he smiled his heart-melting, lopsided grin. “Can you take your pants off?”Josie laughed aloud. �...Maybe later?”“O.K, maybe you’re right. Where is your fridge?”“Behind you”He sauntered over to the fridge with his backpack and Josie watched, intrigued. He glanced back.“You can’t look.”She busied herself finding a suitable album for their mood, leafing through her vinyl until Harry came to stand beside her. In an intimate gesture, he played with the skin on her. She couldn't escape the lustful stares these two men were raking her naked young body with... she could not hide from the shame and utter humiliation of this wanton, salacious act she was being forced to be a part of. It was all so incredibly unreal, so unbelievably crazy that she wondered if it were real, she wondered if she'd lost her mind hours ago, that this insane day in her life might be some psychotic fantasy. This can't be really happening, I have to wake up from all this and find that. Emelline was aware enough of the world to know this was what he would be doing, Madeline was not. Emelline sat up straight to display herself at her best, this was something Madeline did notice; he was, she admitted to herself as she spoke, really rather nice to look at. Emelline Darcy was older than him, he guessed, perhaps twenty? She was clearly first class rather than second, her clothes and gloved hands demonstrated that. He quietly took in her body and face. Her waist was small, tightly. Recently I was reminded of an incident that happened when we were growing up together at home. Not sure when or why but I came home via our back entrance and remember walking up the garden to see my sister laying on the the dining room table face down. This was not a natural pose so I stopped and waited to see what she was doing. I was intrigued, I new instantly it was something sexual but she hardly moved.To say she was laying on the table would be wrong, she was balanced on the edge of the.