“Have you gone to a prison execution, before?”Emily had a sly, kittenish grin on her face.“Mmmaaaaaaaybe.”We looked at each other in silence f...r a moment.Then she laughed and slapped my knee.“Oh my gosh, your face! Listen, it was before we started dating, okay? I only went a few times in college, and then sometimes for a girl’s night out. No big deal. I think most women have been to at least one, they just don’t like to mention it because most guys wouldn’t understand.”I silently bristled, not. Even though he couldn’t feel it, I felt powerful as I bit down on it. I tore a little piece of it off and lifted my face so he could watch me chew.“Yes…” he breathed.It had the texture of tough pulled pork and tasted mostly like cum.I bent down and bit off another piece. I felt light-headed as I realized that I was enjoying eating my own cooked clitoris.“Share?” I asked him.He nodded eagerly.I leaned down and pulled my clit out of him, just using my teeth. He slid toward me and our mouths met. He told me that if I decided to proceed, he would explain it in greater detail to me at that time. My mind reeled, what had I gotten myself into, it all seemed legitimate enough, and I had come this far, should I get up and head for the door, or should I stay, after all could it be so bad, getting paid for enjoying orgasms, but would I be able to come with some stranger watching me, touching me, in ways and places only special people had ever touched me before. I hesitated only a moment. Paula could see now that they were twins.“Paula,” she said, as softly as she could. “Could you please talk a little more quietly?”The woman pushed past the girls and set the boy down on the floor. She took his coat off and he ran towards the living room.“I assume Bobby brought you here,” said the woman. She was frowning. “Where is he?”“I have no idea,” moaned Paula. The woman’s voice seemed to stab directly into her brain.“Hangover,” said one of the twins.“Humph,” said the woman. “Betty, go see.