With her implements laid out neatly on the small folding tray table next to me, Helene regarded the urgent wrigglings of my hips. Her long loose curls hung down past her cheeks and her eyes and brushed lightly the small frail bones of her shoulders and, lower down, the fulsome cleavage of her tits. She wore her blouse, buttoned carefully over her breasts, hiding the full splendor of her tits but too thin keep her tits from sprouting. They poked up into the material like thorns hoping to tear it. The shirt covered her arms completely, but left her belly sexily bare. She touched her navel, leaning over me, stroking the indentation in her tummy while gazing between my wrenched open buttcheeks at my puckered anus. Amusement showed on her lips. ìDo you have to pee?î Helene asked, knowing I did. When I stared up at her balefully and nodded my head, she only smiled. ìDonít do it on the pillows,î she warned me. Then she turned and, bare bottomed, clad in only her heels, her earrings, her long white stockings and her blouse, she sashayed over to one of the walls enclosing us in this room. She ran her fingers along a shelf on the wall. She found what she was looking for, amongst the sex toys and dildos and (incongrously) the Raggedy Ann Doll that were lying there on that shelf. It was a gag. She took it down and walked over to me. Carefully, she fitted it into my mouth. ìOhhhh!î I gasped. I needed to empty my bladder, not have a gag put in my mouth! But despite my desperate need I was somehow strangely receptive to the gag. I didnít fight it. A little, perhaps, but not enough to keep Helene from fitting it into my mouth and then tying it with slow, loving hands behind my head. Somehow I knew then that my whipping would be just as slow, delivered with carefully placed cracks of the whip that marked my bottom as if it were a painterís canvas. I knew then Iíd never make it to the toilet. The thought stilled my hips, for a moment, until I realized my pee was about to spritz out and had to put all my willpower into holding it back. Helene finished tying my gag and caressed my hair. Then she patted my bare rump and selected a long, whippy cane from the tray. I froze in my bonds. My breath exhaled anxiously and Johnnie, feeling it blow across his cock, fought against his bonds with an urgent need to cum. Helene passed her hand quickly across my bottom, as if to give it a final, loving feel. Then, with just a touch of reluctance in her eyes, she brought her cane down hard against my upturned fanny. ìZOOOOOWHIT!î the cane cracked across my ass. I bucked in my bonds. The feel of it, after such a soft, caressing pat from Heleneís hand, was a shock. I emitted a high wail into my gag but the the rubber that composed it kept my scream from reaching Heleneís ears. My eyes blinked. I felt my bosoms rise up from the bench and then crush back down into them as I humped myself against the pillows supporting my hips. ìAh, yes. So young and quick to respond,î Helene smiled. She gave me another lick of the cane. Ah, how it stung! It blazed down into my fanny, imprinting itself on my cheeks, then springing up again, like some boy quickly pinching my butt in the schoolyard, and then running away. I was left to writhe and buck a second time, and to scream anew into my gag. My aunt, standing nearby, began inching her way toward Raul, who lay in the baby pool, looking ridiculous, but with a cockring clasping his dick and another ring srunched up around his balls, sure to deliver an electric jolt to his genitals if Helene found him unruly. She had placed the box on the T.V. table next to me, to keep control of Raul, even though he was on the other side of the room. The long wire that ran from the control box to his genitals looked like an evil black snake, extremely thin and extremely long, running across the floor. In some restaurants there isnít room for tables, and so they set out small, tall platforms that you can put your food on, after you buy it, in order to eat it standing up. Helene had one of these platforms in her basement. She noticed my aunt walking toward Raul and called out to her. ìRebecca!î Helene said sharply. ìStop. Go to the feeding station,î Helene said. She nodded to the tall, circular table against the wall, near the refrigerator. Rebecca, bowing her head submissively, but giving a small cry of dismay, and wriggling her hips with her urgent need to cum, walked over to the feeding station. To see her hips as she walked, swaying and wriggling with her pent-up desire, was truly breathtaking. I wriggled my own, watching hers, and felt the long, hot lines of the cane across my bottom and the desperation of my bladder, and wondered whether this was not some sort of very sexy hell Iíd admitted myself to. My breath, hot and bothered, flowed out my nose and past the gagged cornes of my mouth and tortured Johnnieís cock. When my aunt was standing at the feeding station Helene bent, gave my cheek a quick kiss, and walked over to her. She bent and showed us her bottom, opening the small refrigerator sitting on the floor. She took out a Saran-wrapped plate with a large cookie on it. She also took out a chilled glass, and a pint of milk. She set everything up on the high table. Rebecca watched her. Helene opened the container of milk. She poured it into the glass. Then she lifted the glass to Rebeccaís lips and forced her to drink from it. My aunt resisted, a little, moving her hips and swaying, her bare bosoms jiggling, but there was no way for her, with her hands bound behind her, to keep the milk from passing inbetween her lips, if Helene wanted her to have it. She might have shut her mouth, but then it would have spilled down her front and Helene would have been certain to punish her for that. So my aunt drank, wide-eyed and resistant, but drinking the milk all the same, her long thin throat working to take it all down, as Helene tipped the glass further and further into an angle, filling her mouth. When my aunt had been made to drink a full glass of milk Helene fed her the cookie. My aunt took it in slow bites, eating it with, I thought, a kind of relish, not resisting at all, as if something in her spirit had broken and she was now a willing victim in Heleneís games. When the whole cookie had been fed to her Helene poured her another glass of milk and made her drink it all. My aunt didnít fight the glass this time. Instead she drank it down like a greedy child, thirsty after a full meal. ìNow Iím going to give you something a little less fun to drink, but just as important,î Helene purred with satisfaction to my aunt. She bent and opened the refrigerator again. She took out a bottle and a chilled spoon. My aunt, reading what was on the side of the bottle, widened her eyes in alarm. There was a white milk-mustache on her upper lip and she licked it away as she stared at the bottle. ìYes, itís castor oil,î Helene smiled to Rebecca. ìYouíre going to make a little poop on Raul. And, since youíve just drank two glasses of milk, perhaps youíll need to pee too!î ìOh, no! Thatís awful!î My aunt found the courage to say. Helene laughed. ìEverythingís awful down here, my child. But it will all end well, I assure you. Unless youíre disobedient, of course.î With my own bottom blazing hotly, and my mind-boggling need to pee, I wondered how Iíd offended her to be in such sad shape already. Then a chill ran up my spine. If this was how I was treated when I hadnít done anything, how would Helene treat me if I truly did something naughty? Helene put a spoonful of castor oil to my auntís lips. Rebecca, wide eyed, gazed down at the spoon, too scared to open her lips. Helene whispered something and my aunt said ìOhhhh!î in disgust, upon hearing it. Helene jammed the spoon into her mouth. It was large, and my aunt looked a bit silly with the big spoon sticking in her mouth, adding bulges to the sides of her cheeks. Craning my head back behind me, I watched as my auntís throat began to work. She swallowed the castor oil. When it had all gone down her throat Helene removed the spoon from her mouth. ìYeck! That tastes awful!î my aunt replied. ìOne more,î Helene said, pouring out another spoonful into the spoon. ìOh, no! I could never--î my aunt began to say. Whereupon, seeing her lips open, Helene popped the second spoonful into her mouth. My aunt gave a girlish ìglug!î as she was forced to swallow it. Helene took the spoon out of her mouth and set it down gently atop the refrigerator. She put the cap back on the bottle of castor oil and put it away inside the frigde. Helene took my aunt by the arm. She led her over to the baby pool. My aunt, anticipating already her need to make poop, feeling the castor oil in her tummy, walked with waggling hips. She resisted a little the tugs of Heleneís hand, but with her hands bound behind her, and ankle straps on her legs, and wearing high heels but otherwise nude, she was hardly in a position to do more than act awkward and childish. And with her tummy now full of castor oil, there was little hope for her to be free. Even if Helene had unbound her hands, and restored her clothes, what would my aunt have done? We were quite a ways from home. There was no way she could do anything now, with the castor oil doing its work inside her. Soon, she would poop, and when the need for it came she would have no way to keep her poop inside her. She was, now, truly imprisoned here, unless she wanted to wind up pooping out in the street. Helene had Rebecca step into the baby pool. Gazing down at the hard-bodied, buff older man lying beneath her, my aunt at once tried impulsively to sit on his upstanding dick. ìNo, no, dear Rebecca,î Helene smiled. ìYou could do that anywhere, could you not? You came to see me. We do things a little differently here.î Helene turned Rebecca around, so that she was standing with her jutting round bottom cheeks, high and childish, for she was only 19, above the 40-year-old manís face. Despite being a gentleman, and rather indisposed, with his cock fitted tight into an enclasping ring at its base, he had a rough face. It showed a shadow of hair. I knew, just by looking at it when heíd arrived, that if Iíd kissed him I would have smelt a strong after-shave smell coming off his swarthy cheeks. At the moment I could not see him now, since he was down in the pool, but I could see his hairy legs sticking up out of the pool and resting over itís edge. Just seeing those big hairy legs of his made me remember the sight of his face. Worse, sticking up all by itself, jutting up above the rim of the pool, I could see the stem of his cock. It was big and knobby. A jewel of pre-cum glistened at its tip, visible even to me as I lay over my pillows on the other side of the room. It was strange, looking at it, and having Johnnieís urgently stemming cock at the same time hard and stiff just inches away from my head. Oh, what had Rebecca and I gotten ourselves into? I had always fancied myself a good girl. I hadnít even ëdone ití until Iíd come to visit Rebecca for the summer. Now I was lying belly-down, bottom-up, over pillows, tied hard to a bench, and with two wicked cocks on view, both men urgently working their hips with their need to spend! ìSit,î Helene told my aunt. Rebecca tossed back her long hair, as if to show some independence from Heleneís command. Helene gave a quick pat upon my auntís bare bottom, and I remembered again the sting of the cane upon my own. My aunt sat down. She sat directly on Raulís face. He gave a groan as her lovely big bottomed ass, so shapely and innocent, for she was half his age, settled on his nose. I heard Raul inhale. Then, sighing with pleasure, he exhaled, and my aunt squeaked as she felt his breath rush out over her naked cunny. Then my aunt uttered a harsh gasp as Raul, eager as a schoolboy, stuck his raw tongue up into her sex. ìNoooo!î my aunt cried. Yet as she said it she tossed her head back. Her no became a throaty scream as, at last, she was able to find pleasure on the manly seeking of Raulís big, muscled tongue. She wriggled her hips. Raul groaned as my 19-year-old aunt ground her bare bottom down upon his face. Imagine the perversity of his delight, as he realized, tonguing her, that when her need to poop came, she would have no choice but to do it right in his face! My auntís head was pushed forward. Helene did it, pressing her hand to the back of my auntís lovely head. My auntís long brown tresses spilled forward, shading her big, wobbly breasts as she was made to bend her back and lean down toward Raulís stomach. At first Rebecca resisted. Then, seeing she was being made to lean down and grab at Raulís cock with her mouth, she accepted. Raul gave a terrible, impassioned groan as Rebeccaís mouth made contact with his prick. It sounded like a beast caught between the pleasure of an act and raw fear. For Raul knew that the minute he spent, his time in the dungeon would be through. I imagined him fighting hard now, working his hips against his innate desire, clenching his bare bottomcheeks, straining to keep the seed of his desire within his balls. Small licking sounds reached my ears as my aunt submissively sucked on his cock. I wondered if, should he come now, Raul would have to lie in the pool until my aunt pooped on him. Yes, I decided. Even if he should spend immediately, Helene wouldnít let him rise until that wicked deed had been done. Helene watched the couple at her feet. She listened with bright eyes to their groans and their sighs. She put a hand between her legs and frigged her slit as she watched them. She gave a small cry of her own, leaning her head back and enjoying a trembling that ran up her knees, clad in her white stockings, to the very juncture of her thighs, bare and wet and receptive, impaled now on her searching finger. When she had given herself this small pleasure, Helene withdrew her finger. It was wet and she bent down and ran it through my auntís bent head, drying it in her hair. Then, with a quick laugh, Helene left the amorous couple and came walking over to me. At once she picked up the cane. ìNo! Helene!!!î I tried crying over my gag. It was, suddenly, as if she never had left me. Without so much as a loving glance at my face, Helene gave me a hard crack across my bottom. ìWhooooo!î I shouted inside my gag. Two more strokes followed, and suddenly my bladder burst. I felt the pillows wetten under me. I wriggled my hips and tried to escape, struggling to crawl forward off the pillows. It was impossible. I was tied fast to the bench and couldnít budge an inch. With a sense of horror, staring wide-eyed first at Johnnie and then at Helene, I released my pee onto the pillows. ìNaughty! Naughty! Naughty!î Helene cried. She whacked my exposed bottom hard with her cane. Each stroke of the awful implement printed pain-searing lines on my ass. I shrieked. My breath snorted out of my nostrils and attacked Johnnieís stiffened, engorged cock. He groaned. He begged me to stop my screaming. Each breath-jolting stroke of the cane on my bottom was making me breathe gaspingly across him. With his cock covered in Irish Cream, he felt newly enflamed each time the air from my lungs passed around his penis. ìYes,î Helene said, satisfied with our suffering, as tears sprang to my eyes and Johnnie bellowed that he could take absolutely no more. ìWould you like me to wipe off the cream, Johnnie?î Helene asked sympathetically. ìPlease!î Johnnie begged. ìMy cock feels like itís on fire!î ìA flaming penis,î Helene laughed. ìLet me get a towel, dear, and wipe it for you,î Helene said. Cringing and crying, I looked up at her as she passed to the shelf on the wall. I watched the lascivious sway of her hips. She put a finger down between her legs again, and gently frigged herself. She was having a wonderful time, I saw, though it depended on all of us suffering. She picked up a small towel. It looked warm and fuzzy. She unfolded it. It was a hand-towel, slightly bigger than a washcloth. She pranced over to Johnnie and with fire in her eyes, put a towel-covered hand to his penis. ìUrgh!î Johnnie groaned. The little towel was made to pass coaxingly around the shaft of his cock. Helene said nothing, worked diligently, but I could see by the gleam in her eyes that she hardly felt she was doing Johnnie a favor. He had been told not to cum. Now, with the soft loving stroking of the towel, he went from the agony of the Irish Cream to the equal agony of having such a wonderful soft thing as this towel applied to his penis. ìNot-- not so--î Johnnie begged. ìWhat, darling?î Helene asked with a voice that dripped with sympathy. ìIs something wrong? You asked me to wipe off the cream, didnít you?î ìYes, but--î Johnnie groaned. His dick was completely covered with the hot cream and Helene had to work hard, with stiff but very loving fingers, to wipe it off him. She might have tried wetting the towel first, but instead she used it upon him just as it was. This meant she had to press harder with her fingers to remove the cream. She seemed not to mind the extra effort. She put her tongue into the corner of her mouth and worked her hands. Her breasts, naked and free, hung heavily underneath her. They swayed in time to the movements of her hands. Her lovely curled hair hung down over her face. Wisps of it passed dangerously close to Johnnieís engorged cock. Now and then a wisp of her hair tickled the tip of his penis. ìNo! Stop!î Johnnie yelled suddenly. I gaped at his member. I was working my hips with the pain of the cane that had struck me. Yet, as doomed as I already was, with a red bottom and wet pee-stained pillows under me, I felt a sudden sinking in the pit of my stomach, as if worse was about to cum. And it did! Suddenly, Johnnieís penis began spontaneously spurting. At first I thought it was pre-cum, but then, as great gobs of white stuff began erupting from his pee hole, I realized I was watching him orgasm. I shrieked in my gag. His cum spurted into my face and my hair. Helene laughed. She kept rubbing Johnnieís big stiff organ. She watched with delight as he splattered my face with his jism. When at last he was done, Helene dropped the hand towel to the floor. She put her fingers into an O and gave Johnnieís cockhead a flick, as if to say, flicking him with her fingers, that he was somehow inadequate, despite having a huge member that had just erupted a Niagara of sperm upon me. ìWell, boys will be boys, I suppose,î Helene said disdainfully. She rose. She turned and picked up the box that connected by a wire to Raulís cock. ìParting is such sweet sorrow,î Helene said. She turned a knob on the side of the box. Then she depressed the bottom on top of it. ìYeeeeeowwwwch!î Raul, across the room, hollared. ìOh!î my aunt cried. She was sucking his dick and perhaps she felt some of the electricity that now ran through his member, coming from the box. Helene took her finger off the button. ìI think I gave this a little too much juice,î she said, half to herself, half in apology to Raul, who probably couldnít hear her, for he was still groaning, and had my auntís lovely taut thighs gripping his head. ìOh, I have to go to the bathroom!î My aunt, still sucking at Raulís cock, suddenly announced. ìHelene!î she cried urgently. I watched as her back and hips strained. Her bottom wasnít quite visible to me, being mostly below the rim of the pool, but I imagined it tightening. She could feel the castor oil down in her bowels now, and it was eager to make her poop. ìYeeeeugh!î Raul yelled. Helene had depressed the boxís button again. ìHelene! I must go!î my aunt yelled urgently. ìYou must go and he must cum,î my aunt laughed. She pressed the button on her wicked little box again. Suddenly, both parties in the 69íed couple shrieked. My aunt, feeling her bowels loosen uncontrollably, made a poop upon Raulís face. She later admitted to me that, feeling her poop come, the wetness of it passing out from the cheeks of her bottom and onto the face of a man old enough to be her father, she suddenly felt an equal need to pee. And she did, the pee running out of her cuntlips and down into Raulís gasping mouth. At the same time, hunched over him, she felt his cock jet an upwelling of sperm into her mouth. ìOh, how awful and yet how lovely it was,î my aunt confided to me afterward, when we were at last alone together again. ìI was peeing on him, and he was cumming up into my mouth! I felt sorry for him, for I know he could have held on longer, if Helene had not delivered those cock-jolting spasms of electricity to his penis. But it was, I suppose, necessary, if she was to treat me in the way that she did, giving me an experience even my most girlishly depraved thoughts could never have devised. Would never have devised,î she added. ìFor it is too wicked, except to think of it in retrospect, when Iíve had the experience and must accept that it has happened to me.î She gave me a sly smile. ìThere are benefits to being a prisoner, you see,î she told me. ìSome girls get drunk, to assauge their guilt, and Iíve done that too. But to put yourself, not being drunk, in someoneís hands... someone who knows how to take control of you, and yet protects you, and cares for you...î My auntís words ended in a sigh and she smiled happily at me, and said nothing, the glow in her eyes telling me all. That was much later, however, that we shared those inner reflections. At the moment I was still bound belly-down over pillows to a hard bench. Try as I might, I couldnít move, except to wriggle my bottom, and lift my head a little, and wriggle my nose and shed a tear. Through a gasping mouth I begged Johnnie to rescue me. He gazed down at me, his cock level with my face, his big frame bound implacably to the tilt-board. I saw to my horror that there was a sense of satisfaction in my eyes. Heíd spouted off; both men had, now. I heard Raul groan contentedly from the baby pool. I couldnít see Raulís face (my aunt was still sitting on it) but I could stare up at Johnnieís, and he seemed not to have a care in the world now. Heíd been a good boy, he knew, struggling to the last to retain his sperm, and Helene would not be displeased with his performance. In fact, I saw, as she turned toward him, that she had need of him, in order to see that Raul was properly dismissed. Despite being 40 Raul was no slouch in the muscles department. He could easily overpower all us girls, if he wished, and even rape us too, I had no doubt. Johnnie had to be freed before Raul got up, so that Helene could use Johnnie to ensure that Raul did as she bid him. Quickly, cooing with love for Johnnie and complimenting him, Helene undid him from the board. Johnnie grinned, flexed his arms, and finally stood. ìSee that Raul leaves when I tell him to,î Helene whispered to Johnnie, and rose up on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. She looked at his penis. She smiled. It had shrunk after expending its sperm, yet was still somewhat turgid. In an act of love, uncalled for by the moment but inspired by seeing him thus, she darted to a shelf on the wall. She returned with a stick of cherry flavored Natural Ice lip balm. She took hold of Johnnieís organ. She pulled on it, stretching it out, her fingers imparting a new rigidity to it just by touching it. When she had his cock well-presented she flicked the cap off the Natural Ice, screwed it up fromt the base to expose it, and began rubbing it all over his dick. She even put some across his pee hole, causing Johnnie to wince, for he knew the ìiceî would impart a warm glow to his cock in just a few moments. ìDonít,î Johnnie begged, when he saw the ice passed over his pee hole. ìIt will burn,î he said. ìI know,î Helene whispered. She grinned. She covered every inch of his long, meaty shaft, burnishing his penis with the ice as if it were a big bronze phallus on some statue in a temple. Johnnie winced as he felt the ice begin to take effect. I watched as his balls, so recently emptied, drew up instinctively between his thighs. Did they hope to cool his penis by discharging a new round of sperm through his pee hole? Or were they simply reacting to Johnnieís fear? Even though he was being handled by Helene, there was still a slight fear, for he was being manipulated for the purpose of pain. When she had finished, Helene dropped the Natural Ice to the floor. Then she turned and, swinging her bottom salaciously, she walked over to where my aunt still savored the feel of Raulís swarthy face upon her soft cunt and bottom. She bent down and undid my auntís handcuffed hands. Then she walked over to a shelf against the wall. There were towels there, on the shelf, and Helene pulled down two from the pile and tossed them to Rebecca. My aunt caught neither. One hit Raul on his dwindling cock. The other landed on his belly. Rebecca sighed. She brushed back her hair from her face. She looked rather like an Olympic gymnast whoíd just completed a competition as she picked up the towel off Raulís belly. ìUse them to wipe,î Helene told her. ìThen it is time for you to go, Raul. For you have cum.î Raul groaned. Yet Rebecca, seeing he was no longer the man heíd been five minutes before, reluctantly got up off his face. She blushed as she lifted her bottom off Raulís nose, she told me later. It had been wedged up in her hiney-hole. Raul had tried to stanch the discharge of her poop, by plugging her bottom with his nose. It hadnít worked. Heíd gotten shit-faced all the same. With sheepish smiles, Rebecca and Raul stood up. Their limbs were awkward. Rebecca stood unsteadily. Raul had to reach out a hand to keep her from falling, himself looking wobbly-kneed as he passed a towel over his face and his chest and wiped off her runny shit. Rebecca reached back behind herself and cleaned her ass. It was a messy job. Helene took a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator. She uncorked it. She pointed its snout, spouting with bubbled liquid, at Rebeccaís hiney. My aunt, still standing in the baby pool, screamed as the champagne squirted onto her bottom. Raul turned and presented his cock and face to Helene and she sprayed him in both places. Then she tossed a new towel to each of them. They wiped themselves some more. ìThatís better,î Helene said. She put the champagne bottle to her lips and drank from it. Then she put her thumb over its mouth and shook it. When it was well-shaken she aimed the neck of the bottle at her cunt and removed her thumb and let the champagne spurt up onto her dell. She shrieked, loving the feel of the cool, wet liquor as it spumed sperm-like up within her cunt. ìHow do I get this cock ring off me if heís got the key up his ass?î Raul asked, looking down at himself. ìOh, I completely forgot,î Helene blushed. She looked at Johnnie. An evil light glowed in her eyes. ìIím afraid, Raul,î she said, putting a finger to her champagne-wettened cunt, ìthat if you want to get free of that cock and ball apparatus youíll have to enemize Johnnie to get that egg back out of him.î Johnnie looked appaled. His dick was burning with mineral ice, causing him to flex his hips in a backward and forward motion. He stepped away from the board where heíd been bound. I saw that his gait was awkward. It thrilled me to think of his rectum as erotic storage space, as I watched from my bent-over position. I rubbed my cunny against the pee-stained pillows underneath me and wished there was sufficient contact between them and my dell for me to cum upon them. But there wasnít. My eyes gazed with awe at Johnnieís behind. It was so small! Yet jammed up inside those perfect male cheeks was a big egg with a key in it. A key that Raul needed if he was to get his cock out of the electric ring that coiled around it. ìThis is ridiculous,î Raul said. He wiped the towel he was holding across his face again, removing the last traces of my auntís poop. She glanced at Helene. I saw loving affection in her eyes, even though she was still busy trying to get all the shit off her bottom by rubbing it with a towel. Helene grinned at my aunt. I swooned, thiking of Raul forcing Johnnie to bend down and show him his ass, so Raul could go digging in it. Imagine that! Two grown men, neither one the least bit homosexual, yet one having to offer his ass to the other, so it could be douched, with enema fluid, like the cunt of a woman, and made to produce an egg! ìLet us make an event of it,î Helene, perhaps remembering her original plan, announced. (She was ever wishing to control us. Her own desire to cum, though, confused her thoughts sometimes.) ìAn event?î Johnnie asked. I watched as his bottomcheeks tightened. ìWhat do you mean, an event?î Raul asked her. ìWhy, itís time you two shared some intimacies,î Helene laughed. ìYes, gentlemen! Imagine if you never did, hmmm? Perhaps you are both missing out on something youíd like, if only you tried it.î ìThatís ridiculous!î Raul gasped. ìYouíre not gay, I know, dear,î Helene said to Raul, as if to assure him. ìAnd neither are you, Johnnie. But that doesnít mean you both canít play at being gay. Especially since youíve no choice, anyway.î She smiled. ìBoth of you should be glad we girls are here. Three girls, eager to watch. Just remember that, and you two shouldnít have any problem. Cum now. Do as I say and donít disappont me and Rebecca here. Just look at how delighted her eyes are. Even little Chloe is mesmerized by the thought of you two getting it on!î She glanced over at me. They all did. ìGod, this is ridiculous,î Raul sighed. ìTry living with her,î Johnnie said.