" What was strange? My brother masturbating in my room in front of me?" Hey, you asked me to!" I said, defensively."I know," she said, smiling and put...ing her hands on my arm. "I know I asked you to. And I wanted to see if you were okay with it, or if you regret it, or if maybe you wanted more." More?" I asked."Okay then, more." That was a question, not a choice," I corrected her.She laughed again. " I know, just teasing. But I enjoyed watching. How did you feel?" It turned me on. I mean, I was. Oh yes, she indeed was smiling hugely and quite knowingly, therewas no doubt about it. She finished with the one napkin and took anotherand crumpled it in her hand and this time instead of wiping any wet spotproceeded to reach into my shirt stuff it into one of the bra cups.My embarrassment now reached a level I had not known could exist. She wastouching me beneath my bra. But there were other emotions welling up aswell. Here I was helpless before two women and each of them was nowcontrolling. They take her in. Things happen, she panics, tries to get away. An unfortunate trip, a fall, she dies. No one misses her. No one cares. She vanishes. They are astounded in the age of technology that something like that can occur."A seed is planted. They've seen other girls like her. On the streets, in the malls. But who to take? Who has no one to care? Who will no one miss?"Then one day, one of them has an illness and requires hospitalization. They are astounded at all of the personal. "What's 'Spanish' massage? I asked. The receptionist replied that it involved body to body massage with minimal use of hands. I pushed for more info, but she was reluctant (possibly sensing trouble with the law.) I made an appointment and headed over. A beautiful, short blonde with great tits met me at the door, and ushered me into the room, which was a typical massage parlour room, including dim lights, a table, sink, oils, and new-age music playing. She asked me to get undressed and lie.