’ ‘Oh, anything,’ she sighed happily, ‘James, I’d do anything.’ ‘Good,’ I said. ‘I want you to go upstairs [she looked joyful] to th... bathroom and have a thorough shower [she looked slightly crestfallen, but still eager to comply]. Then put your clothes back on [I wanted no repetition of the Connie incident] – I think they’re in the hall – and come back to me here. Quick as you can, please.’ I spoke brusquely because I wanted to try another theory I had developed about FUCK. I had already. She never mentioned it, though, and acted as if everything were okay. Not once, in later life was the subject ever brought up. Not once, either, did I ever try again to peep at Beth.Beth and I both finished growing up. I went to college and so did Beth. After we finished college, I got a job in Los Angeles and Beth in Philadelphia. We saw each other only on visits back to the farm, and gradually we drifted apart, with occasional letters being our only contact.Neither of us married. I don't know. Her holes weren't the tight little things they had been before, they were stretched to the limit by all the cocks she had that night. Her entire body was covered in cum not an inch of her silky white skin or beautiful brunette hair could be seen. The floor around her table was covered in a layer of cum. Three sexy women came on stage and collected all the cum, that was layered around her, then the man who called her on the stage came out. "Did everyone enjoy this performance?" he asked. The. "You look me. I say what is, now! Yes?"She moved to place herself between Janey and I and stood very close to her face, fixing her with her eyes. I saw the fear in Janey's expression suddenly vanish as she watched the woman. Later she said she did not see any bad things in them, just excitement and laughter.Janey shed her clothing without another protest, even going so far as to fold them neatly in a pile to one side.Pulling out a tape measure, the foreign woman began measuring Janey in minute.