The grass is green outside, the Track and Field runners already at their marks. I creep past the bell-desk and past the poor souls in the computer ro...m who never made it to bed. The dot-matrix printer pines away a sad tune, as they turn to see who goes past them. ‘You all never got sleep?’ I ask them poking my head into the room. They grunt and nag, and hoist their mugs of hot chocolate in the air. ‘Is the dining room open yet,’ one asks, waving an empty coffee mug. ‘Certainly not. They don’t. Well, under the circumstances, why would she? Out of half-lidded eyes, Katy saw his manhood swaying and bouncing against his thigh as he prepared to mount her. ‘Wait a minute, baby,’ Jessica said. Katy moaned, wanting him inside her. But Jessica took a moment to give her husband’s cock a juicy slurp, then engulfed his entire member and took him down her throat. Walter used the time to play with Katy’s tits, squeezing them with both hands, and then pulled on her nipples. Normally, this type play. Mr K was sure to bring his suitcase with him and we entered the home while putting on our surgical gloves and masks. As was customary the daughter was already neutralized, bound hand and foot with a very large gag in her mouth. She was wearing a long nightgown. The fear in her eyes was obvious. As we moved through the entire house making sure certain things were as they were supposed to be, we entered the bedroom. It was rather large and Mrs G was bound in the bed hand and foot just as her. “Imagine Queen Hana and Queen Basira writhing in bed together. Loving you.” I grinned. “Loving each other.”“Mithlyya,” he groaned, the word thick. “That is... You are a wicked futanari, Becky.”“I know,” I said. “But just imagine your two queens loving you. Hungry for your cum. I can give you that.” I arched eyebrows. “I can make them into your personal little whores. They will give you such delights. Why pay for it when your wives can give you so much more.”“You are temptation made flesh,” he.