Oh yes! I moaned in anticipation as the twins leaned toward me, their heads growing closer together as they neared my inner thighs. My arousal level j...mped when I saw their tongues slither past their respective lips. Moments later, they made contact. Mmmmm! I moaned as I felt not one, but two tongues make contact with my lower lips. Apparently not bothered by the fact that their checks were pressed together and their lips mere millimeters apart, they started licking my clam with more expertise. "Well, I wish yours was about two inches longer right now, but I think I can work with this." Josh could feel Aunt Peggy pulling gently at his hair, sometimes hurting him just a little. "Ouch, don't pull my hair like that, it hurts" "Oh; it will only be for a little while longer. Sometimes it hurts a bit to be beautiful" "What are you doing to my hair?" "Well, I need a way to attach something to your hair, to make it look longer. Right now, I'm making a tiny braid along the top of your. " she informed me."I heard about it on TV yesterday, and thought I ought to try it. I usually bike in the mornings," I said."Bikes scare me. Actually not the bikes the cars you have passing you," she said."Come up to County Seat at 5AM and you don't have that worry so much. I have started to wear a light on my back as well as one on the bike." I explained."I can imagine, the more light the better. So are you married Sylvia?" she asked."No never have been, how about you,"I asked."I never have. He had no idea how long he’d been out, but he couldn’t hear any sounds of struggle from within the brothel. With his senses returning, he managed to stand, feeling mud slithering down his back and buttocks. By the time he reached the back door, he was walking steadily, although he had a pounding headache. A few groans were the only sounds he could hear as he passed through the dimly lit storage room into the brothel. The scene was much as he remembered it, with the guards lying dead. The slaver.