Two men are edging me. I love it. I can’t hold out much longer. “Do it for Mike and me,” my man whispers as we kiss passionately while he is gra...ping my ass cheeks and digging his fingernails in. It hurts but I like it, as Mike is curling two fingers into my very wet cunt.I can’t hold out much longer as my man repeats, “Do it for Mike and me,” as he squeezes my ass cheeks even harder.Then my third orgasm for the session. My whole body is shaking as I take great delight in two men watching me. He rose and walked overto switch on the main light.Imposters like me have to think on their feet. I said: "I hate toadmit it Mr. Stimson, but I was looking for a cigarette." I don't evensmoke. It just seemed to be something that might bring a schoolgirlinto an adult's room.His face broke into a smile. He was a good-looking man. In his earlyfifties I guessed, but he could have been much younger. He looked fitand strong. He said: "I'm sorry. I only smoke cigars. But if youdon't tell. Even in the pre-dawn summer night, heat pressed around his naked body, squeezing out a light sweat. He stood in a coccoon of bushes between his swimming pool and a backyard fence falling apart in sections. Shaggy shrubbery running the length of his yard kept the fence from falling completely over. The house on the other side had been vacant forever.He'd rather be having sex with his wife, Carolyn, but anything resembling physical affection had become a dusty myth. Their three young children. Last night the godling held me and stroked me in reverence as images of a hell beast danced upon the light box that the gods use to watch over the world. The beast was allied with another of my enemies, a yellow feather-twit; one that could not fly very well no less. The beast we were watching was even more stupid than the one on the hill. It preferred to sleep atop a red box rather than within its master's lair. Perhaps it had no master, but a beast loose in the world without a master to.