" I replied."Wonder what?" I took a deep breath and replied, "What other fantasies are roaming around in there." I made a pointing motion to her hea....I watched Karen get a sly grin on her face. Then she sat up and leaned forward, giving me a great view of her cleavage. She leaned close to me and whispered, "I have been wondering what it would be like to have you go down on me." There was a rush of blood through my body culminating at my groin. I must have heard that wrong. Though given. Cyn was on the far side now, bent over it and she had her face toward me. For the first time since we entered the room our eyes met...and she smiled. She was looking at me, her husband, chained to a rail milking the cum from another husband, while her married vagina was being violated...and she was smiling. She turned and motioned to the older husband, Steve. I just stared as he moved up behind her and began fucking her with his 50-year old cock. She said something to him and they both looked. I don’t have very many idiosyncrasies, but this was one of them…I always placed my straight razor to the right of my toothbrush on the right side of the sink…but it wasn’t there. I inspected the drawer, my overnight bag, and the floor. My razor was gone.I tore the bedroom apart, and the suitcases, desperate, because I knew, deep down, that only one person would have, could have, taken it. Rachel.What was she going to do with it? Surely if she had killed herself or harmed Donald, I would have. Catie would not know for a period of time that my dad and I were romantically involved. I was afraid that if that were exposed too soon, many of the obvious problems would surface. Catie had also said in conversation she would like to see what a “nude boy” looked like. I thought to myself “To hell with a boy, why not see a grown man nude!”Because my dad and I lived by ourselves, there weren’t any rules governing dress code. This would make it easy for an ice breaker to be arranged as step one,.