At first it got me really horny thinking of it, and then I would feel absolute dread and worry that this was too far of a leap. It was one thing to do...some of the things I had done in private and behind closed doors, but it was totally another to contemplate doing some of them in 'public' so to speak.After much deliberation I contacted Peter and said I would turn up, bringing an outfit with me and would see how I felt on the night.He understood, and was happy enough for me to be giving it. .. slightly up. He heard mother gulp and exhale nervously.“Can you see it?”One of her hands reached back to pull a perfectly round buttock aside for a better view. The other took his hand and guided it to her anus. The tiny, dark little starfish shone with the lights. Red. Green. Red.“It’s wet.” He remarked, blankly, his mind refusing to encompass the possibilities.“Yeah. It’s lubed up for you. Clean and prepared and lubed up all for you. I’m ready. Tonight’s the night. You’re gonna get right. I toggle up the light and look at the mirror, trying to decipher the hasp and lock system. I tug and twist and pinch at the collar but it won’t open. I stand as close to the mirror as I can. My stupid eyesight is blurry; the beers are catching up with me. I can see a slot on the collar hasp. A key of some sort will be required to open the damn thing. Shit sakes. I have my first souvenir from the House of God. CHAPTER THREE My descent into this squalid, underground world was the inadvertent. Worse was the fact he knew the girls did not see it that way. They had been very naughty, yes, but he had not locked the door. The only upside was that it made it easier to control his temper, because he could not really be mad at them, or at least not as mad as they expected him to be. Still, if they had followed his rules this would not have happened and they are not children. It was a mistake to not lock the office, but he should not have to just to keep his work undisturbed. He may not be.