Ken knew the answer even before she gave a silent nod. He picked up his towel and left the room. He sat down on his bed for a few minutes. His world h...d been turned upside down and he was hurting but he also knew that this was the risk that he was taking in pursuing his cuckold desires. He remembered when they had first discussed Sandra sleeping with other men that she had pointed out the risks to him. Her words were now ringing in his ears, “What if I fall in love with someone else?” she had. He shut the lid and looked at it with a sigh. Yup, someone had been here. Chocolate syrup spots, and sticky drops. He scraped at one and raised it to his mouth. Honey.Not much to narrow down the suspects. Neither Cat, Friday nor Ali was averse to sweet accoutrements. But then he spotted the feather stuck to one drop of honey. A soft and iridescent feather. A Muse's feather. Friday's feather.As he cleaned his coffin, he made a decision. If the ladies were going to use his room for trysts, he was. What about my nasty ass. You want to kiss my nasty ass?Want to lick my ass crack sweet and clean for me? I did mention I did notshower today didn?t I???YES SIR. Please let me kiss your ass SIR. Let me.??What kind of kiss do you want to give my ass???SIR, a sloppy French kiss. Please let me French kiss your ass. PLEASE!??You know that is the hole my shit comes out of? You want to stick yourtongue up the hole my shit comes out of? Lick my shit hole clean for me?REALLY? Are you fucking a. Ah …. Sex I just want you rested for tomorrow, besides I am in no condition to do anything and if I was thinking sex I would have been a lot more subtle” He smiled at her and patted the bed. “There is plenty of room so you do not even have to touch, besides look at you in that outfit you’re not going to stir up much interest” She was wearing a baggy pair of cut off sweat pants (cut very high) and a cut off tea shirt that came to just below her breasts. Both items she had gotten from.