It wasn’t that I wanted pain or them to hurt me, absolutely not. It was the element of uncertainty… How far are they going to go? When will they ...top? What are they going to do next? There was an intense tie of sexual arousal to the fear of their actions.‘Why am I putting myself in this position?’ That’s what I asked myself since this began, and I was starting to understand. It was like a drug, a drug you know is bad for you or makes you do things that are out of character, but you can’t deny. But I don't know when nor how." If you knew when or how, there'd be no need for a serpent." You're so smart. What's up tomorrow?" You've that lecture. I'm off to the Gallery. I'm hoping I can talk to Winnie. Perhaps lunch together. Then I need to learn more about what UNSW and Macquarie have to offer." Does Macquarie offer anything?" I don't think so. But we can ask that friend of Winnie's." True. By the way, what were you planning for dinner?" Me? Plan for dinner? I'm not a very good wifey, am. Her words about denying me sex keptreplaying in my mind. That would be unthinkable. I would have tocooperate until this got sorted out, and then everything would be normalagain. I let my pants fall and looked back and forth from one of thewomen to the other. They weren't upset. This was what they wanted.Feeling disoriented, I began to lower my shorts. When they slid down tomy ankles to join the pants, both females smiled at me.Trish produced a tube of cream and a pair of rubber gloves. I thought about it for awhile, true I do need a few things, a new bra for one, and Shelley's was always good company."Yeah, I need a few things," I said.We sat and drank our tea, his eyes never far from my swaying bust. Shelley arrived dressed in a very short skirt; she does have exceptionally good legs, long and slim, better than mine anyway. Mine, I feel are a bit thick at the top, but my bust is bigger and nicer than hers; well I think so and if my brother reactions are anything to go by, so.