“Just because we couldn’t say so, didn’t mean we weren’t thinking it,” Kyla told her, and she let her hand slither under the skimpy band of ...abric around Rachel’s loins.“I didn’t want to admit it, but she made me own up. I can’t keep anything from my beautiful lady.” Reece’s voice had all the kindness she had come to expect, but with a new lusty playfulness. “She told me I could only play with you if she were there too.”“Of course that was just late night fuck-talk, naughty fantasy, nothing. Just a shouting instrument and endless trills. You play your lick, your impossible trick, faster and faster, tearing your hands apart. All complex games forgotten into a mad crescendo. You follow the runaway stride. Simple, mindless relief leading the girl into of an extravagant orgasm.A final shout tears the night apart. The room falls back in sudden, heavy silence. You stay still in the dark. Sweating, your hands trembling, you wait. Staring at the alcove. The curtain slides, a little mouse. Yep, anotherhorribly dated, attention demanding outfit that made me the punchline ofRhonda's fashion sight gag. So retro that my flashy tastelessness was besidethe point. Watch me pirouette through the sequin-covered gates of Santa'scastle. Smile and pose. Flash go a dozen cameras. Pose with the kids? Ofcourse not! I sit on the Daddy's laps, feel them push and wiggle underneathmy slippery skirts, leaving me no choice but to smile for the birdie.Humiliated again in public, watching the Mommies. I thought. Without a further word Venatrix took the sheet covering my body off the bed, she and Dion had efficiently tied me like a prisoner ready to endure the rack. Dion proceeded to kiss my legs as Venatrix drew a gloved finger across my exposed chest, my body ached in anticipation, they both knew this, they smiled with such a predatory glee that I had not seen since I was a young and foolish man. I knew this could be fun. Dion continued to move up my legs, his warm breath and delicate lips.