I grope for the bedside clock and press the button. It's only half past two in the morning, but I am awake. I haven't felt like this since the last ti...e I flew transatlantic. It must have taken me three or four days in Denver before I got around to waking up at the right time. Only this time I haven't crossed any oceans, leastways not in the usual way.I go to make myself some tea, padding downstairs, still naked. The message light on the answer phone is blinking. Two messages. I must have been. " I am, too," Calix agreed softly. He listened to her words, consumed them but he still couldn't quite figure out who she was."I'm Alicia's sister, Tamara," the young woman smiled – but as soon as she mentioned Alicia, Calix's face fell.Of course she was Alicia's sister. The resemblance was uncanny. He had to say, though, that Rico had gone for the wrong girl. Alicia was beautiful but Tamara was in a whole other class.Still, she was Alicia's sister. She was probably just as bad. He could almost. He took my wife over to the bed and laid her down. He got between her legs, lifted her dress, and started licking her pussy. His wife took out my cock and started sucking on me. I could tell they had done this before. I wasn't sure what I liked better, getting a blow job from someone other than my wife, or watching my wife get licked and fingered by some guy. I could see my wife's orgasm building from him licking and fingering her. When she was done and had recovered for a moment, she got up. She stopped me before I left and asked what position she should wait in.I didn’t understand, and she pointed to the ladies. “I only know seven of the core positions, Sir. I am not supposed to lay on the beach chair or stand here casually. I can tell you what they are, and you can put me in one until you return?” she suggested politely.“Okay, what is that one?” I pointed to the slave that had the dick-tattoo on her tummy.“That is squat, sir,” she told me.“Squat,” I pointed to our chair and left.