Should have pushed you away....and yet...I...I...allowed it to go on....I yielded to it! I..I..don't know what came over me! And then, as if that wasn...t bad enough...when...when...you ..tried...again...I should have gotten a grip of myself, but...I...not only allowed it to happen..I...I welcomed..it....I...wanted it....I met...you...half way.......my god...I...kissed you as much as you kissed me! How am I ever going to face John and Patty after this?" I stood there thinking and then began to. I live with my parents in Astoria, New York having been born and raised there before it was gentrified I was used to and took a liking to the gritty crime and garbage strewn streets of my youth, so driving around queens bridge housing projects and queens borough plaza at twelve in the morning did not faze me at all. I am a plumber by trade so I had disposable income but no female companion to spend it on. So to get on with the story I was driving around and by chance I. While they were eating they told me to go take a shower and be ready to wash them. They came into the shower one at a time and I got to wash every inch of them. Once done I got to dry them off. Over the weekend they were training me on how to say things to them, how they wanted things done, along with a lot of sex, which with all three of them was amazing. I found doing the things they asked was something that came easily to me like I was born to be theirs and please them. It didn't seem. Perhaps it was the strain her head was in or the strain her ears had to endure, she couldn’t tell. All she could hear was her own erratic heartbeat pounding, her chest tightened from stress, body wet from sweat tricking all over her sensitive flesh that seemed heightened by the loud harshness that dragged on forever. adrenaline was rushing inside her, which made her more aware of her situation. She squeezed her legs together, even though it was already tightly bound. Her panties and bra were.