My arms are secured to my sides by more long scarves. Around those bonds two sarees are tightly wrapped around me, making me a helpless silk sheathed ...undle from beyond my feet up to my neck. That bundle is tied to the chair with more scarves around my ankles, my thighs, my waist, and my chest. Individually the bonds are loose and soft. Together they make me totally confined and restrained no matter how much I struggle. But if I struggle my mistresses will assume I am having a fit. To stop me. ’’ Marge said; ``Honey, I love you to be here…but I have something instead.’’ Marge rushed to kitchen and came back with a large metal bowl container. Marge said; ``Honey, pee into this.’’ Marge held her son tight as he peed as hard as he can. Marge slid her hands under Bart’s jacket and around his waist. She and Bart kissed passionately again. As Marge was next to be drained, Bart was holding his sister Maggie when Maggie started licking her brother’s nipples. Marge’s urine mixed with Bart’s. Pannittu niruthidanum, sariya?(Oh! my loverboys, I’ll teaching ne way of pleasure which we’ll do for 5 mins. and stop for the day, ok?” Their eyes lit up and faces brightened almost instantly, and looked at me greedily. I explained to them about my idea of threesome cocksucking, which was not very appealing to both of them(novel idea in those days!) . So, I drew a diagram of triangle on the paper, pointing out how we’ll be doing it. Both became impatient and asked me in duet, “seekiram solluda,. We drank together and laughed, we chatted about life in general, about Mark, about sex but nothing specific. I didn’t even try and tell her, as I had many times before, how good I could make her feel. We connected throughout the evening, my hand on her knee or her leg stroking softly, her arm or her hand in mine, our eyes meeting with amusement when we shared a joke. Her eyes seemed to twinkle, her lips were so tempting I don’t know why I didn’t try and kiss her several times. Her breasts as on.