"I'm afraid if I don't cum again I'll have to do something drastic. Maybe I'll have to grab Susie and force her to make me cum. Maybe I'll grow up and...be a rapist. What have you done mother? My whole life is ruined!" Then he gripped her arm as hard as he could, making her cry out in pain. "Now what are you going to do about it?" Then he released her."Oh honey. Please, I didn't mean to do anything. You told me to wash you." She had turned in her chair and looked up at his newly eager face."Yeah,. My face turned red as I tried to examine the toy and it dawned on me what she was intending. Clare's grin seemed to only grow at my flustered face, and she crawled onto the bed until she was between my legs. "It's my favorite double-sided strap on." She explained as she let a hand fall to the toy. She started to rub it like you would a real cock as she continued. "As I am fucking you, I will get as much pleasure from the end inside me. And trust me it is already turning me on."Clare didn't wait. I caught sight of Charles as he glanced towards the statue making it seem as if he were groaning with the thoughts of having Sally’s lips suck him in, the quick look sent me back up the stairs silently as I caught on to what Charles really wanted… to fuck her just as bad as I did, and he didn’t need company. I figured, begrudgingly, that if all I got was sloppy seconds it would be alright, and slipped back into the bathroom running the tub full for what I normally did after a catch…Charles. Luckily, it was dark and still very early. He looked at his alarm clock on the ledge above her head. It was only 5:50 AM. He had not even been in there an hour. It seemed like hours. He wanted to lay there for hours more. Unfortunately, the day would soon start, and Sherry would soon leave. He would most likely not see her for another year. Would they have to continue the charade and never even write? He made the right call at that moment and decided not to even ponder questions like that..