Gently, I reached down to each one and assisted them to sit on my lap, one on each leg. As they settled in, somewhat gingerly and unsure of what to ex...ect, I broke down and cried.I cried for the pain the two girls had gone through. I cried for the pain I had made their mothers inflict on them. My gentle lovers had been forced to enforce my cruel discipline. It had been the right thing to do, but it still hurt.As they felt the sorrow and remorse I was feeling, they, too, began to cry, helping me. ” “Nah, man, I’m good. You know me, I’m barely even tipsy.” I grumbled, but it was true. The two of us could hold our liquor pretty well. The only thing I felt was a warmth in my chest and a bit of buzz. Mitch was even better than I was, most probably. He kicked back his drink and turned over the glass onto his napkin, his signal to bartenders in general that he was done for a while. “I’ve gotta go to the bathroom. Don’t bail on me just ‘cause you got butt hurt, okay? I’ve got something to. For her though, it seemed like just talking about was good enough, just to have these fantasies while fucking each others brains out. But for me, I really wanted it to happen. So I tried letting her know about it but at the same time didn't want to push the issue and turn her off to the idea. I didn't want her to think I was just trying to score some strange pussy with her permission (although that sounds great!) so I decided to focus on the idea of adding a man to join us. We had told each. I sell your debt to the highest bidder and whatever nigga buys your ass, you become his problem. Usually you become his escort and you end up doin’ whatever that motherfucker wants. Mondays and workouts are rescinded here too.”Sherri: “You mean, become his slave?”Flash: “Depends on the nigga! Shit I’ve seen bitches become wives and shit through this option! And these mother fuckers have some real dough! Could be worse alternatives. There is the probability dat you get a hardcore nigga.