. “Okay,” he decided.They grabbed two towels from the dresser and stepped out, closing the door softly behind them.Twenty minutes later, feeling s...ightly guilty for having lazed away the morning like that, she got up as well and opened the dresser to grab a towel as well (Shit! She couldn’t avoid it; she absolutely had to do some housekeeping today – the drawer was empty. At least she didn’t have to wash her own sheets and towels.) In any case, she would soon have to make a decision; her room. Almost as if she'd heard what he'd said, Erica nodded her head ever so slightly. And she'd been certain to confirm for him that their younger sisters were all three still virgins. He'd promised her when she'd turned 19 and he'd been 24 that as soon as their younger sisters turned 18 he'd break them in just as he had her. After the party, he'd take the twins back to his apartment. Dana, with her red hair and DD tits and Elizabeth, the older of the two, with her strawberry blonde her and little B. I didn’t believe them.He chuckled and then called some other guys to confirm. There was lots of cruising. Lots of open sex discussion. “Are you a top or bottom?” (vers to bottom) “Do you fist/get fisted?” (I have fisted and am open to getting fisted) “Do you play in threesomes or groups!” (yeah!) “What kind of porn do you like?” (ruff, leather, raw, wild!” “Do you have any fetishes?” (Spandex, jock gear/underwear, public, leather, and cum). I answered all their questions, but got a little. I flew out to Seattle, made my pitch and hoped for the best. While I was waiting in the hotel room that night, I got a call. It wouldn’t pay as much as I’d have liked, but at this point in my life, I was a beggar and I couldn’t be a chooser. My new job was out of the financial field, but that was okay. After all, an MBA and a career in banking hadn’t done me any good over the last year. I was flying home when purely on impulse, I changed my travel plans. ‘Hello, Kevin?’ I said when his phone.