Her cry reached its peak while I spurted my seed into her, and Annie snatched the blindfold off of her eyes.Jessi looked at the full length mirror in ...ront of her, and saw her body on full display, impaled on a cock, with cum leaking from her pussy. She saw my face in the mirror, and in a quiet voice said, "But that's your brother." She went limp and unconscious.When Jessi stirred awake, I lay behind Annie, softly spooning her warm naked body."Huh? Wha- How long was I out?" "Not long, Jess.. What was he doing here anyhow? Sweating and feeling uncomfortable, that was what he was doing here. Get up and leave? Not yet, damn it.The poetry. Remember the poetry. Why? Maybe it'll take your mind off this damn nervousness. He began tapping the rhythm on the tabletop. The singsong syllables struggled to emerge from his larynx, then he set them free and chanted. First under his breath, then with growing confidence as the power took hold of him. The woman had turned around and was staring at. He continued to fuck my ass for an hour pausing only to feed me more poppers. My legs and back ached but I was helpless to do much about it, partially because of the way I was bound and partially due to him keeping me slutted up with poppers. Eventually he came hard and deep inside me. Spent he flopped down on the be beside me and after several minutes he untied me. I thanked him for using me, dressed and was on my way.The following week I got an email from him asking me to come back on. Until the last day or two, no woman had looked at me that way since Wendy stopped doing it about ten or twelve years ago. The sudden rekindling of her wifely affection might conceivably be explained away, but the response of Fran and Connie had to be something to do with FUCK. But what exactly was it doing? Its effects on my libido and my capacity for sex were obvious enough — the newspaper on my lap concealed from my fellow passengers yet another growing stiffy — but I struggled to understand.