Maybe some of his pants would fit me.' John thought. He carefully slipped out of the bed, slowly moving out from under a leg and arm."Good morning," a...voice asked him as he stepped toward the closet.Turning around, John saw a naked woman lying in the bed. "Oh...hi," John searched for a name to put with this woman who he had obviously spent the night with. "You pig, you don't know my name, do you?" she yelled."Wait, I just woke up, it's..." John stared stupidly at the woman and found his eyes. I say traditionally because, that afternoon, tradition was particularly important. The two lesbians wanted to repeat the same gestures they had made fifty or maybe even a hundred times over the past years. No one spoke. There was no explanation required, no rehearsal either. They stumbled naked on the bed. Two strapons were on the dresser. Geneviève took one and put it on. Tessa was on her back and legs up within seconds. Geneviève fucked her without any preliminaries. Tessa’s cunt was dripping. Mary pulled out and moved to the side never letting go of Bud's cock. Every time he was about to climax she would stop stroking. The first guy fucked him, then the second. By the time the third guy was inserting himself. Mary said, "I have another idea, guys. I am going to take out his ball gag. When I do he will suck you hard again. She got on the bed and said "OK bitch, I'm going to take out your gag. You are not to say one word. Every time you feel a cock at your lips, you are to suck it.. Two of the other girls were already in the giant open shower with three or four nozzles pouring steaming water on them while they soaped up. She had a huge, very well done tattoo that covered half of her breast, her side, hip, part of her ass and thigh. Stacey could see flowers, skulls, a pin-up girl, chains, and some religious symbolism, for starters. “Uhhhm, I’ll wait till your done?”“Don’t be nervous. We have a little tradition, the flyer doesn’t wash herself. So, take off your clothes.