It looked like a teenager’s interpretation of a cheesy strip club: the lights were dimmed and covered with red Saran wrap, so a red glow covered the...room. We took our prerequisite shots at the door and then entered. The walls were covered with printed-out tips on how to perform the most outrageous sex positions, probably only realistic for yoga teachers or Olympic gymnasts.Also taped to the walls were female condoms and packets of lube, while wrapped male condoms hung from the ceiling on pieces. "Ben had more alcohol than sense in him.He sneered."You gonna make me, little girl?"Betty was just about to swing when a hand enclosed hers."There you are girls. I thought I missed you."Mark held her hand as tightly as possible, then shocked her when he kissed her cheek.The look he gave Ben was cold."Ben, I think you owe this lady an apology. Now."Ben immediately apologized, saying it was just a joke, he meant no harm. Betty thought he looked scared."Betty, accept his apology."For some reason. Then you hear them kissing again. “Mmm my pussy tastes fantastic on your lips” she moans.“Fuck its so tight!” he says. “OMG; they’re starting to fuck!”you think. They’re fucking above your head. “Why can’t it be me?” your pussy pleads. But instead you’re lying there listening to them fucking. Your mind relives what they’re doing. She’s sucked him, he’s licked her, he’s mounting her from all positions, you even hear her screaming “fuck my ass!”Your head is reeling with emotions; betrayal,. ’ He then ran up the steps and into the house, feeling mortified. The women had progressed three properties along Cullen Street and Duke could still hear them chortling. God what had made him think out aloud? Later the house phone went. Well at least that meant it wasn’t a mine emergency. ‘Hi it’s Gina.’ Duke tensed. ‘I’ve asked the girls not to repeat to anyone what you said about my breasts. I need you to know I’m not offended. In fact it was quite the nicest thing any male apart from Bruce.