It was a few hours before Beth and Ellie arrived.They pulled the rope attached to the bar holding my hands. I was brought to my feet. Beth stood in fr...nt of me while Ellie stood behind. They ran their hands up and down my body, scr****g and pinching before Beth concentrated on my vagina and Ellie on my arsehole. They were soon fingering both my holes with one hand while their other hand teased my nipples and clitoris.This continued for sometime before they both looked at each other and nodded.. "Damn lock froze. I'll check the kids while you get dressed. The car's running." She trotted down the hall while Shannon struggled into her coat and gathered up her backpack. "Took you long enough to answer the bell. What if kidnapers had broken in?" You wish!" They walked out into a blizzard, the snow coming sideways at them. Steve! He'd walked home in this. "My boyfriend visited tonight," She said as they got in the car. "I told him that you would be glad to give him a ride home." In this?. They had an uneventful journey back to the Marina. It was just getting dark as the sun disappeared behind the horizon. The slips were in shadows and they were able to tie up in the original slip without anyone asking any questions. Because of the possible problems with the two island girls, they told them to just say they were from Cuba because once they were on American soil, the law allowed them the right of residency. It was one of the many contradictions in the confusing immigration law. We wouldn’t know anything about each other, not even names.A fantasy, of course. I guess we all have private predilections, albeit some more taboo than others. I know of some people’s fantasies and they are far kinkier than mine. I kept mine a secret, never hinting at this strange desire. Until that is, I decided one day to tell my friend Jean all about it during a lunch.I actually call her Genie because Jean seems too plain, too boring for her. I prefer my spelling and nickname because she has.