"Yes, I heard your offer. Your soul for one sexual experience with Ms. Britney Spears. I have come to tell you that I would be willing to accept these...terms." You're serious!?" Quite. Now do we have a deal." No." His eyes flared a bit at this, he looked like he was about to speak, but you cut him off,"I will sell you my soul, for some other conditions though." And WHAT would that be, boy?" He replied, sounding a bit annoyed."The ability to control the mind of anyone I want." You smirked. This. On our way through the lobby I remembered that the hotel had those horse-drawn carriage rides available. "Sasha, I'm not ready to call it a night just yet. Would you please humor me one last indulgence tonight?" Sasha looked puzzled, but she nodded her head at my last request. We walked to the front of the hotel and I went to the doorman and spoke with him. A few minutes later a carriage came up to the taxi stand. I took Sasha's hand and led her to it. "Your ride awaits, Mademoiselle," I said. How about you guys get down to your speedos and I’ll go put on a bikini….’ While the wife left the husband and I did what we were told, we stripped down and it turns out we were both wearing a black speedo under our jeans (I had told them I’d be wearing speedos under my jeans before hand). I was hard as a rock from making out with the wife and the husband was slowly getting there. It was pretty hot sitting on the couch next to a married guy, both in speedos, rubbing our cocks through the lycra. Didn't most men have a fantasy about going to bed with sisters - or was it twins? I was very excited already.The other interesting difference was my sister's pubic hair - or lack thereof. I've always kept mine trimmed and waxed in a fairly conventional way, but she had obviously decided - or been persuaded - to dispense with it entirely. All, that is, except for a tiny square tuft about two centimetres above her clitoris, perhaps preserved purely to emphasise her bareness everywhere else inside.