She looked up and smiled and I could see that she was quite beautiful. ‘Her name is Louisa and I’m Janet. Here’s your aspirin.’ ‘Thank you. ...y name’s Paul. You’ve got a beautiful house.’ I was invited to sit and as I took my place I noticed they were drinking white wine. I accepted a glass and mused on the strange situation I was in. The weather does some funny things to people, I thought. My hosts were both very good looking. After my eyes adjusted from the glare outside I could see that the. I made sure to walk out on the new set before they opened the doors, to check out where I'd stand for my opening pronouncement. It was exactly as I remembered it from the sketches I'd been shown, a raised platform toward the rear of the stage—but not too far back—where for a brief time I'd have sole prominence. Even the chorus and the two leads who'd be on-stage then, slave-girl Liu and her basso master, would turn to look at me (although since his character's blind, the last didn't make much. Tiffany was quite a bit rougher than Libby had been and my balls were starting to swell up. This went on for about 20 more minutes and then Libby came. Tiffany asked Libby to come back and take a look at what they had done. My balls were swollen and Libby said that was very impressive and that she liked the way they looked being so big and red. She asked Tiffany if I could fuck her doggy style so she could feel the big fat balls slapping up against her cunt lips. Tiffany agreed but reminded me. Like all the brownstone houses on the block, the buildings had very large windows. It was not unusual for people to buy standard curtains and fit them as best they could but end up with a gap. Usually, that gap at the top was not any more than an aesthetic problem. That is, unless someone was at exactly the right angle to have a view. What Marian realized, as she watched two beautiful young people making love on that Saturday night, was that she had such a view. She turned out her own lights.