They made a bundle. We lived in a large home on the hills outside Los Angeles. My father had moved out two years ago, just after I turned 16. He and m... mother still collaborated, but now by phone, fax and e-mail. He was now living in New York and wintering in the south of France. I knew why he left but was puzzled by it. His life-style and perversions were certainly well accepted in LA, and certainly no worse than what was going on in this house and neighborhood. He had left my mother's bed. They got up together and came up behind me and one of them playfully smacked my bum (I suspect it was Alice) as they pushed me towards the bathroom.I lay in the warmth of the bath being thoroughly pampered by two lovely ladies. I was given the odd instruction now and then like lift your arm, lift a leg etc. My chest and legs were quickly shaved and I was told to turn over. I heard them giggle, "Must be my bum sticking out of the water like a little pink island" I thought. The razor went to work. “No, sir,” he said, but didn’t resist as I pulled him to my cock. He only licked a little at first but was soon slurping and slobbering all over my cock, taking it deep in his mouth. I loosened my grip on his hair, taking photos of him worshipping my cock like a good little slut. Micah laying with her legs spread, my cum and her cherry blood still oozing from her pussy, her makeup smeared, mascara running. She smiled up at me as I caressed her thigh. “I always knew he wanted to do that,” she. A few minutes later, he came out with his suitcase.”“Gotta run,” he said, leaning over to give me a kiss.I stood up and gave him a proper goodbye kiss.“Behave,” he said, and left.When he was gone, I thought, “What did he mean by that?”I picked up a book to read but got fidgety and put it down. Unable to think of anything else to do, I texted Caitlin."Hey, want to go to the village to get a late lunch/early dinner?"Ten minutes later she texted back."YESSSSS!!! Meet you at Wash Sq at 2."I looked.