Every one parked in back. No cars could be seen from the street. Everyone went in or out the back door. No loud music the neighbors could hear. The ba... and dance floor were in the basement. (The noise could not be heard outside) There was a huge living room, a kitchen, three bed rooms and a bath room on the first floor. The second floor was off limits to any one but the six guys that rented the old house. Tammy said she had seen the upstairs as a guest of one of them "If you know what I am. I took my razor, cut a short slice on my forearm, dipped my finger in the running warm blood and wrote, on the bathroom wall, a 口, the character for mouth, hoping the severed arm would stick itself in there instead...When I got to the cafeteria, Marco was dressed in a long, flowing red robe with gold trim, wearing several sets of bright green bead necklaces and had a crown of thorns and chicken feathers on his head. He was drinking a cup of chicken blood mixed with herbs.“Omiero,” he said,. " Don't worry, there are few words that I haven't heard from my mother and others," I said."Oh really, what are some of the other words that would not embarrass you?" Maybe, dick or pussy," I advanced."You mean, cock or cunt?" she asked."I don't know for sure but cunt sounds dirty," I said."I know, like butt hole doesn't sound as dirty as ass hole," she said."Or like blow job and cock sucker," I volunteered. "I think we could go on like this forever, so why don't we just agree to not be. “I didn’t tell you about this part,” he said. “It’s called the B&B treatment.” “Bed and breakfast?” she said, confused. “Blindfold and butt plug.” He picked her up and put her on her hands and knees on a table. It was thickly padded, so her knees wouldn’t hurt. Straps went around her wrists, ankles and waist, immobilizing her. Helena’s heart pounded. She felt her cunt open in anticipation, waiting to be filled. She could feel him standing behind her, near her exposed ass and twat. She clenched.