There was no lust in his eyes. It was—clinical. He was studying me, like a scientist peering into the microscope at some strange, new bacteria. For ...he first time since I became their slut, I felt self-conscious at being naked, and covered my breasts with one hand and my pussy with the other."What do you want?" I asked, fear trembling in my voice."What do you want?" The words came from his mouth, but that was my voice. The same pitch and timbre, the same rhythm. The same fear trembled in his. Lisa found herself on the bed, snuggled between her son and Tim. Both had a hand holding one of her breasts. They were both still sleeping, and naked. Everyone was still naked. Steve forced a smile as he handed Lisa the phone, “My mom wants to talk to you.”“Hello.” The word caught in her throat. Her mouth and throat were dry. Lisa knew she sounded like shit.She heard Cindy’s voice, “Lisa?”Lisa put her hand over the phone to mute her voice. She looked to Steve, “Water, please?”She heard Cindy’s. I said that we should perhaps move to the bedroom, which she agreed. We both got out of the bath and started to dry off. As I watched her towelling herself off I suddenly got the urge to take her there-and-then. So I stepped up behind her and pushed my cock into the crack of her arse. She stopped drying herself off, waiting for me to make the next move. I gently pushed her shoulders until she was bending over, holding onto the edge of the bath. Then I did it! I spread her arse cheeks with my. . add Heather.”“WHOA! FUCK!”I shook my head violently, OH. MY. GOD. I don’t really know what would happen in that scenario, but whatever happened, I’m sure that it would be through the roof.“Holy hell,” I said. Then I laughed. “I think that, maybe, just maybe, Heather might actually get completely satisfied. She’d certainly be everyone’s sex doll. Huh. How many orgasms can a girl have in one day? Where’s the exhaustion point?”“Yeah, that all ran through my head, too. You know, we can’t allow.