Both of us straightened the house up a bit. We did those spare bedrooms both upstairs and downstairs. I cleaned the room set up like a dungeon. I foun... candles, whips, nipple clamp, ropes, handcuffs, and chains as well as a strap on in a drawer in a cabinet in this room. I wondered just which of Keith's friends was into this stuff. I might enjoy a sensual light spanking but that was about it. Keith called and told me to have myself and Megan ready to go to dinner when he got home.When Keith got. It was a roadhouse business with a rundown basic minimum two and half star accommodation rating. A ‘welcome’ strategic break in any person’s journey where the main north south highway met the only sealed route east. To the west a less used harsh dusty corrugated four wheel drive adventure desert track.Poppy was ‘okay’ through the passing years while her older sister was still at home. Her three years away studying at University and a boyfriend to boot meant the sisters had drifted apart. Her. “Well hell,” she replied, “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”“I couldn’t,” I replied. “You were always spoken for.”Amy took a gulp from her drink glass and then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. That was pure Amy. “No-napkin-Amy,” I had once nicknamed her.“Well,” Amy replied, “I had a crush on you as well, and just used the guys to try and deal with my insecurities.”“Don’t bull shit the bull-shitter-in-chief,” I argued back.“No, really,” Amy replied. “I was a bitch to you on so many. She threw it straight onto the bed and immediately began rubbing her breasts and gently pulling on her already hard nipples. “Yes,” she hissed. “Stroke your hard cocks for me. Stroke those lovely wet pussies for me. Stroke your selves and stroke each other. I want you to cum for me. I want your cum.” She was getting quite worked up. She turned her back to the audience, slipped her thumbs into the sides of her panties then slowly slid them down over her ass. She slid them further and further.