No idea lasted long enough to make me nervous. I was trapped in a deep, comfortable fog. But as it slowly lifted, my mind meandered, and the questions...drifted in and out, without being adequately answered.Am I asleep?Have I been drugged?Why do I feel sore all over?Where am I?What was I just thinking about?I began to perceive my situation. I was lying on my back in total darkness. I had to blink to check whether my eyes were open. Flat cool metal supported my back. I swallowed. My throat was. John wasn't wasting any time. He grabbed Paula's hips and hauled her to the edge of the bed. She giggled a little at his passionate display. I stood shoulder to shoulder with John and watched him bury his prick in Paula's eager pussy. Once he was inside, he shuffled his feet a little and adjusted himself. I waited for my moment, and as he was about to start giving my wife a proper fucking, I spoke. "Give her married pussy a good fucking. I want to know that you've been there. Really stretch her. And before that, I was a firefighter while going to college at the University Fire Department,” Daddy told Miss Parkinson.I could tell Daddy liked Miss Parkinson, and from the way she talked with him, I was pretty sure the feelings were mutual. But we were here for a reason, and so the two of them began discussing me and my grades. Luckily for me, I was a good student and “a pleasure to have in class” according to Miss Parkinson. That made Daddy happy as he told her a bit about our recent past. “I think not, Maggie, for as the saying goes, ‘A plump pillow, and not a plump thigh, is the best welcome to the marriage bed.’” Bella laughed again, but this time there was a hint of sadness. “That’s nonsense and you know it, Bella,” the maid chided. “You are beautiful in every way that matters and—“ “Any man worth his coin will see that,” Bella finished for her. Maggie had repeated the same phrase so many times since Bella’s society debut two years previous that it sometimes came out without.