I wondered, was it as much a turn-on for Carl as for me? My nipples were hard; my cock erects, and I could feel a connection between my tits and my co...k. I was on my back; Carl was on top of me, partially kneeling and bending over he kissed my neck, ears and cheek. Mary remained in a chair, watching. She was quiet; I forgot that Mary there. Carl moved to sit on my chest, moving forward; he placed his cock on my lips. I knew what Carl wanted an open my mouth. Carl rocked toward the front; my. She giggled. Her giggle was a study in mischievous confidence. I felt like I was being drawn into a joke that only she understood. “You’re cute when you shriek.”“Ah, thanks…” I didn’t know what to say, but I backed up as far as possible from the tesla coils and loose wires.I finally noticed what was in the centre of the room. It looked like a metal doorframe without any door in it.I pointed at it. “What’s that?”“That’s the gateway.”“The gateway?”“Maybe you can come up with a better name for it.. She slowly mumbled some secret words, while fumbling with a small obsidian wand, just out of Phoebe's line of vision. A magnificent black sedan materialised around the corner of a large shed."After you, Phoebe," he said, opening the rear door to let her in."Oo-ooh, this car smells brand new," winked Phoebe, "I just love that smell. This must have been very expensive."Prue shook her head in blind amazement at how shallow her sister was. Nevertheless, she was growing stimulated by the sight. Hottie McHotstuff, or whatever his silly stage name was. I sat in the seat furthest from the stage and turned my attention to my phone to look at anything but guy flesh.Mr. Spraytan eventually showed up at our table with a shirtless six-pack and cut-off jean shorts to take our drink order; him I couldn’t ignore. His name tag said he was “Rodney.”“Hello, sir, ladies, what would you all like to drink?” he asked. He was pleasant and charming, his voice confident but polite. And it made me hate him.