"Ivan, we got two more for dinner!" I yelled into the kitchen. "Juan, make sure he heard that and make sure the others know we have guests."He muttere... something in Spanish and headed off.I looked at the twins. They were angelic. If they had halos and wings, they could have been in any renaissance painting you want to name."When was the last time you showered?" I asked them. They looked at each other, then shrugged. After pouring their whole story out to me in the car, they'd both been pretty. When you pressed the button a second time, the object remained firmly wherever you placed it. This area was what might be called a living room.Then there was a luxurious bathroom with a lighted sunken bathtub, a large open shower area with three shower heads, a massage table, three face bowls, and of course an enclosed toilet. I wondered who did the massages, and why three face bowls, and three shower heads? Next, came what can only be called an entertainment room. There was a huge viewing. Do we think that workplace hookups are better or worse than workplace romance?Don't worry, I'm being careful with my feelings (and his). I promise I won't get super involved way too fast and to bring him home with me this time. You all liked having another dick around for that week, though. I'm not saying it wasn't weird, because it was. It was just also a one hundred percent increase in dick. ...Sorry about the brief tangent. Apparently I still have strong feelings about that, even. Years ago we had tried things to make sex more interesting, she would dress up sexy, tied each other to bed used toys etc but recently we had not been active in these areas. I had always had a fantasy of a threesome but she didn't want to try. She had an erotic massage once but other than her being in a see through negligé nothing else happened. We spoke about trying something again and she agreed so we had a trip down to Toronto and stayed in one of the downtown hotels. I asked her to dress up.