" It wasn't that much, Frank. Why would you want to take a chance on screwing up my marriage over some innocent drunken flirting that has already happ...ned, and is better forgotten? I swear I'd take it all back if I could."Just then, Connie and Ginny came back out to the living room. Now, they were both dressed up. Too dressy for a simple evening at home like we were having. Connie was looking at me in a different way then she'd ever looked at me before. I wondered why that was.'Can you fix. Their hands stretched dumbly inside their clothing, running over their needy holes in anticipation as she looked from face to face. They didn’t even look away. We feasted on their thoughts, drinking up everything they wanted to say. Stammered apologies, excuses, and please for forgiveness, assurances that it would feel right soon. None spoke anything other than the words. "All Hail Dagoth the Defiler!"They bowed, downward and facing us, unable even to pull their clothes completely off. Each. And stubborn they proved to be, as first Tricia and then Candace took her place, stretched taut on the tiltet rack, hip-to-hip, with her sister slave. The obvious pleasure with which their tormentor gazed upon their helpless bodies did little to comfort the girls, who knew him to be a man who enjoyed his work all to much.He wasted no time getting down to business. The girls would promptly confess all their msdeeds together so that appropriate punishment could be exactly. Their suffering would. “Let’s go back, I’m hungry,” said Mike and pulled in the line.“What’s for dinner?”He sighed. “Since my parents are gone, I guess frozen pizza.”“That works.”We walked back to the house and when we reached it we could hear the phone ringing inside. Mike dropped his fishing stuff and ran into the house to answer. When I walked in he was about to hang up.“Who was it?”“Brandon’s mom.”“Who’s Brandon?”“A kid I grew up with before we moved and I met you.”“Oh, is he alright.”“Sure, they have a place on.