“She’s cumming ... and very hard. You can tell. My delectable wife is gonna cum with two queens, but that’s fitting, as she’s her own kind of ...ueen. We’re all cosplayers, anyway. This fits. This whole way of life. It kinda feels like the stories that I read of Lucius Cornelius Sulla Felix, the Dictator of Rome, back before he entered the Senate. Theater, actors, actresses, pretty-boys, prostitutes, mummers, barbered dancing girls, etc. A wild and wanton lifestyle, something that he had to have. She was taking them back to our house tonight!Dave said, "Bobby, you better understand that our big dicks are going up Your Mum's ARSE tonight! Okay?"My stomach churned, with the image of their big peckers going "SPLAT!" up my Mum's tight little bum shocking my tortured feelings! I felt myself blushing, just like I used to when they would torment me as a k**.Jason cut in, "Know what we mean, Bobby? Your Mum's whoring herself for charity, and she's sponsoring us her arse hole, her shit chute;. She would graduate the following spring and be presented formally to high society in June, and so I expected a little more help from my friend than she was giving me."Follow the instructions," she said with a smile. "And you mustn't tell anyone." I know. It says that in the note." But I'd told Heather and she'd seemed to have expected it, acting hardly surprised when I'd shown the invitation to her.I was eighteen, a few months out of a private girl's school in France, at Neuilly-sur-Seine. It. “Sienna,” I said so softly that all three women leaned close to hear. “You need to call Mr. Wellington. He’ll know who to call to track down the video.”I turned to Jeanette, and said, “If you’re right, then there are others that participated in my murder, and they knew about it and were part of it, and need to go down for it.” Sondra moved over beside me and hugged me with all of her heart. She whispered soft loving words into my ear, as she rubbed my back and rocked my tiny body. It wasn’t.