"He was always on me because I wasn't a virgin -- calling me a slut, and treating me like dirt. And the whole time, he was lying to all of us." She lo...ked up at her friend, "Aren't you upset that he lied and cheated and stole your cherry under false pretenses?"Dee Dee sighed. "Well, yeah, but I was there -- I did it. I sold myself." She looked out across the ring. "I don't know if I can do it again." At least this time you'll get what you paid for," Marissa retorted. "Look at it that way."Dee. “Are you twins?” She didn’t recognise the voice that ripped her from her thoughts.“Yes. Kenny’s my twin.”“Get out of it. You’re having me on. I mean, he’s blonde. And male.”“Well, we’re not identical, but...”“Anyway, I meant you two.” The stranger wagged his finger at Jessica and Liza. “You’ve got to be twins, right?”Liza shook her head. “No. We’re not. And if we were, we’d be triplets.”The man frowned. “Eh?”Jessica laughed.“But you must be twins. I mean ... You must be.”Jessica was hysterical.. She then moved her head up to my face, asking me to kiss her. I could taste my semen on my lips. She instructed me on how to cup one of her tits in the palm of my hand and use a thumb and forefinger to tweak her nipple. She said to always be gentle unless the girl wanted harder manipulation of her tits. Mom released my cock and took my hand and placed it over her Mount of Venus. She pushed my fingers into the wetness of her pussy.Mom then said, “I want you to rub my clit and make me cum.”I was. "I guess that's what you call being stitched up," I said."Listen Simone," Lourdes said as she showed me how to attach my fishnetstockings. "I know the basque wasn't part of the bet you lost but itwould be part of your French Maids outfit."I was starting to get very worried. Lourdes seemed to have everthingplanned already and to have bought all the clothing. She seemed veryconfident I would lose the drink bet. I had no idea why."You will not have to put on any more women's clothing tonight.