“What in the hell… No how in the hell did you get in my room.” The women was just staring me in the eyes without saying a world or making a peep... It was as almost as if she was reading me with her beautiful mismatch eyes. One was a dark red color; the other was blue as the sky itself. Then in a loud stern voice, she finally said something. “Boy why have you not sign the contract with me yet.”“What contract are you talking about? And who are you anyway?” “Don’t make me laugh boy you’re saying. The old house is being used as the base for a counterfeiting operation." What about those creepy noises, the disembodied head and that zombie?" asked Daphne doubtfully. Velma smiled. "The noises are just recordings played through hidden microphones. The head is just a projection from hidden cameras and the zombie is just someone dressed up. The only problem is proving all this. " What about Mr. and Mrs. Hartingford?" asked Daphne. "I guess the counterfeiters tried to scare them away, and when. He said yes one of my tapes was about 2 guys that 1st showed each of them fucking their wives, then like the next day they are along get to talking and go after each other sucking each others big throbbing cocks. By the time this part started my cousin and I were both seating thereon the bed shorts pulled down and jacking off. With out a word I reached over, pushed his hand away and took holed of his 7.5" uncut cock with a big helmet cock head oozing pre-cum. He just moaned and humped his cock. This bed will help you learn to be still while you sleep."Amanda and Estelle looked at me as though I had taken leave of my senses, something I had found they were often inclined to imagine until being brought to a full understanding of what was being presented to them."Please," I said, "make your ablutions and then take your places. I wish to start this part of your learning this very night."The two girls each took their turn using the toilet facilities and the washstand that had been made.