They group together, two trainers and a mistress. One of them, a tall and handsome blond, steps forward. “We will leave like Cyra offered those that...opposed her.”A devilishly, wicked grin forms on Eris’ face. “My mother publicly allowed them to leave,” she informs them. “They left all right. They left in body bags.”The trio look to each other, fear clearly etched on their faces. Rob and two others step forward, and with knives glinting in the light, stab them repeatedly.More gasps of shock grip. Sherry,look under the sink and see if there is a big,flat rubber bottle there." I backed my mouth off of the fat head of his cock. "Oh! You mean Mom's douche?" I said. "It's in back of the pine-sol bottle,but the wand is in the top left drawer of her dresser!" I told her,and then I began sucking on his cock again,bobbing my head up and down,guided by his hands.Sherry came back with the wand and it's rubber tubing in one hand,and a pair of my Mom's used panties in the other. She handed both to. Finally she felt her nose crushed against his pubic hair. He wrapped his fingers into her hair and groaned as he filled her throat with sperm. She tried hard to swallow it all, but she had to pull his dick out and let him fill her mouth with most of it.She looked up at him and smiled as she swallowed his cum. He pulled her to him as he sat up. She sat in his lap as he began to lick her puffy nipples. He bit them as he pulled on them with his fingers. He eased her back on the couch and pushed. "You, ahhh--you know what sort of place this is, don't you?" the redhead asked."Oh, sure. It's a dyke joint," said Karen.The redhead, whose name was Cindy, had blinked at that open admission, then smiled."You don't look like a lesbian," she said."I'm not," Karen said.Cindy looked disappointed."I guess you are, though, huh?" Karen asked."Well--yeah," Cindy confessed.Karen had raised her glass and sipped, her white teeth clicking on the rim and the tip of her tongue sliding slowly across her.