Finally,finally he stops and steps back again to inspect hiswork. My knees are so weak, my body so spent, I startto crumble to the floor but before I ...an, he’s over me.“Don’t you dare move, I am far from done. You will staystanding, you hear me.” He never shouts. His tone hasalways been calm and devoid of emotion. It frightens meenough to overcome my weakness and I grip the edgeharder, forcing myself to remain erect as he desires.He walks away, and with my head tilted. “I must be going crazy, right now,” Kaleigh chimed up. “I just thought about you and my dad being similar in age and body build. Then a song from his favorite band just popped into my head, Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash.” After looking at me in the mirror for my reaction to her statement, she softly asked, “Well, should I stay or should I go, now?”“I’m not going to ask you to stay, but I sure would love it if you did,” I said to her as I started to turn around in her arms.Even. You will be fine. We trust each other,” I comforted her as she lay down.I sat on the edge of the bed. I could sense that she was definitely getting aroused. I could sense that she was sexually ready. She pointed her knees towards the ceiling and opened her legs. I got a good view of her vagina. It was beginning to ooze fluid, but she was not allowed to touch it. True to the ‘indecent proposal’, I gently parted her outer lips.I held her lips parted for a good ten seconds or so. There, I saw that. Mary stood and helped Karen straddle Michelle on the tiled bench, squatting so her cunt was inches from Michelle's face. Opening her mouth Michelle looked with mute appeal into her friend's eyes and whispered “Fill me up with piss Karen, please fill me up”“Not until you beg more you fucking piss mop,” said Mary sharply.The words raked across Michelle and she gasped, her internal heat threatening to explode “Piss on me! I'm a fucking slag whore!” she yelled and with that Karen silenced Michelle.