I clearly passed his scrutiny and was ushered up to their suite where I was introduced to Kirstie; a petite woman with a faded evidence of good looks ...n her prime but having worn well for what I guessed was someone in her late seventies or early eighties. Given Stan’s obvious liberty with his age this came as no surprise to me and anyway knocking a few years off ones age is a common device in the swinging worldA slightly awkward conversation followed hampered by Kirstie’s significant hearing. This is strange! thought Jessica as she sat on one of the chairs in the kitchen that by now would have been humming with the sounds of a turkey-girl begging for her life while her mother tied, stuffed and prepared her for the oven, Jessica had always enjoyed that part of the preparation since her mother would always allow her to have the first taste of the turkey-girls pussy to help calm the roast down and subdue her for the oven. While the turkey-girl roasted Jessica would help her mother chop. I already knew what I needed to know - Gerald and Timmy were on the way!At the door to my mom’s room, Kiwi and the other girls confronted me.“Who were you on the phone with?” Kiwi asked.“No one, Master Kiwi,” I said.“Don’t hand me that Master business, you were on the phone. Who with?” he asked suspiciously.“Yes, Master Kiwi, I was. I was calling some of my girlfriends to come over to fuck you as a surprise,” I lied. It was a quick lie and one I hadn’t thought out very well. I had no friends of. I did not think it would be very prudent for my wife to see me dash in naked to check on my ex-fiance. However, most women who are friends seemed to be comfortable in their nudity around each other, certainly Kate and Amber had clearly proven this many times. When I arrived, Amber was uncontrollably hysterically sobbing and could not stop despite the sedatives. We sat on either side of her and held Amber in a tight joint embrace until she started calming down. Kate looked at me and then at.