" "After today, you'll think about it even more, I guarantee."She took my hand and jauntily led us to her boudoir. I didn't ask about the notches on ...er bedpost. I thought it might be the result of a scissoring accident.The handcuffs lying on the floor led me to believe she might be an undercover cop. Which was convenient because under her covers was to be my next destination. Joining me beside her classy, heart-shaped bed, Constance began undressing me with the sensual touch normally only. She came out and we went home.Then I was in our house in a carpeted room with her; it could not have been the nursery I know, sitting on the floor with my toys, so was she; she played with me and the toys, we rolled over each other on the floor in fun, I have a recollection of having done that with others, and of my father and mother, being in that room at times with me playing.She kissed me, got out my cock, and played with it, took one of my hands and put it underneath her clothes. It felt. Though my wrists had started hurting, I was not gonna complain. After all, why complain? Through my years of pornographic career, I have adapted to find pleasure in pain.“Oh God…oh God! Fuck me faster”I was now almost outta my senses. Gladly, he stopped, released my hands and started breathing heavily. We were both fully in sweat. I, with my palms against my knees, asked him,“Qamaar…is that it?”He was not a pornographic actor or something so I thought it was over. No! His cock was still erect.. ”“Okay,” said Mark.“The differences make you appreciate the different qualities,” Freddie amplified one of the twins’ favourite subjects, “they make you notice them, more that you would if you just got used to the same thing all the time and started taking it for granted.”“That’s true,” agreed his mother. “They’ll each ravish me similarly, and differently to how they help themselves to your sister, but they might do me a bit differently each time, and Lara too.”“Oh,” said Mark.“Stop teasing.