He owed them that too.Feeling tense, like when he knew he'd get a beating, he sat. No one noticed the irony of the fact that he didn't speak until spo...en to.That ... conversation, to put it gently, would make a story all by itself. There developed, during the hour that they bombarded him with questions, the full range of emotions that women are capable of. There was anger, and disappointment, and curiosity. Remembered incidents were discussed, sometimes as if he weren't even there any more.. So what? Are you gonna lie down and let him kill you?I stared at my reflection in the unlit computer monitor, in its single shadow-colored eye.When Trina finally came up to her room, nearly half an hour had passed. I'd heard her voice and my mother's the whole time; I wondered what half-truths or booby traps she had been planting in my absence. It didn't matter. I had to do this no matter what.When I knocked on Trina's mostly-closed door, she snarled, "Get lost, douchebag." She knew it was me. ..at least I wasn't. It was my turn to give him pleasure. He smiled and said that he wasn't able to get hard unless bondage was involved; that it had been a long time since he'd been able to cum during vanilla sex.Not being to type to back down when I want something...I took that as a challenge. Pushing him back down on the bed, I slid up his body and kissed him, rubbing my breasts along his body as I went. I ducked my head down to his chest and grabbed one of his nipples gently between my. Gus almost spat out the piece of meat he had just started on."Three!?" he asked, around the mouth full of meat. I just nodded my head. My own mouth was still too full to answer. When Gus had swallowed, he looked over at me."Are we having twins!?" he asked, obviously shocked.By now, I had managed to chew the meat enough to swallow it, so I could answer."Yes, I think so," I told him.This got a lot of back slapping for Gus, and several of the ladies present came over to speak to me. The men all.