Chapter 12

I woke luxuriously the following morning and smiled at the naked man standing by the bed. It was, of course, a Tim standing by the bed with a tray of delicious coffee in his hands.

“Good morning Toni. It’s ten o’clock breakfast buffet will open in half an hour.”

He came to the bedside and placed the tray on my bedside table. I took advantage of his proximity to gently caress his semi with my finger tips and nails. Every time I saw a Tim, he had a semi erection, sleepily I wondered how they did it. His cock stirred under my fingers.

He stepped away saying, “Breakfast in half an hour Toni.” Then he looked at Rob who was watching sleepily. “OK Rob half an hour, breakfast?”

“Uh hu.” Rob muttered.

We drank our coffee in bed, showered and looked around for our clothes. There weren’t any until a knock on the door announced a female Tim with Rob’s dinner jacket cleaned and pressed. She had a set of replacement underwear and a shirt as well as new sheer expensive stockings for me.

She stood next to Rob and smiled up at him. Her eyes sparkled as he pressed his finger into her vagina. “The same dress code as yesterday remember.” Her voice trembled as Rob found her clit but she broke away to continue with her duties.

Just before half ten we entered the dining room and found a seat beside Mum and Pete just as they started service with bucks fizz. We sipped appreciatively but I looked at Mum. She raised her eyebrows and muttered.

“Not just champagne I think!”

“Somewhat fortified.” Peter said.

“Just a smidgen of quality vodka to give it a bit of a punch!” Kitty swished her butt plug tail and moved on.

I enjoyed the gentle burn as the cocktail went down.

“Are you coming over next Sunday for lunch?” My Mum smiled at Rob.

“Wild horses couldn’t keep me away. We’re going to have some family reunions Alice. He lowered his voice, my cock and your cunt reunited!” They laughed together.

Peter interrupted bringing us back to earth. “I think that, whilst this reunion you’re discussing, not to mention my cock and Toni’s arse, such a reunion in front of your other daughter Caroline, may not be quite so enjoyable!”

“What’s your sister like?” Rob turned to me.

“Prim!”

“What do you mean ‘prim’?” Mum burst in. “If I hadn’t caught her fucking as a teenager I’d think she was a virgin!”

“Well if we’re going to have Sunday ‘get togethers’ Caroline will have to be encouraged!” Rob said. “I’m not so sure that she’s as untouchable as that.”

“I think Toni should speak to her.” Mum said.

“I think that Peter should seduce her. After all he fucked me in all holes within and hour or two yesterday.”

“I think both Peter and I should take a crack at her.” Rob said.

“Buffet’s open!” A Tim announced.

Our discussion broke up as we all selected the breakfast from a comprehensive buffet. Several blokes settled for ‘full English’ but I was delighted to find pain au raisin and pain au chocolate.

We sat back down to chat some more when Bill and his ridiculously young girlfriend Karen, came over to our table.

“I live on the other side of town,” He started. “ Next Sunday I’m having a barbecue and I like to invite you all. You’re a splendid family! I don’t know whether it’ll turn out like this but you never know!”

“Oh yes please do come. It’ll be fun.” Karen urged.

I looked at Mum. “It may be the way to get Caroline involved.”

My Mum grinned. “Yes it would!” She explained our problem to Bill and Karen and they agreed that if his barbecue evolved into an orgy Caroline could be included!

It occurred to me, that a few short weeks ago, planning the debauchery of my sister, with my mother, I would have thought bizarre. Now I considered it natural.

Peter smiled, “Group sex with mother and two sisters! Delightful!”

I shuddered with degenerate delight.

“I wonder when the games start.” Karen spoke for everyone. This dirty talk had us all randy.

Minutes went by until Kitty asked us all to go through into the room where all the action had taken place yesterday.

Twelve chairs were arranged in a row one facing one way the next the other and so on right down the line.

“Now ladies and Gents, we’ve all played musical chairs, well this is musical cunts! Ladies take your places and kneel on the chairs.”

We hurried, laughing and joking and arranged ourselves as asked. We were a line of bums one facing one way the next the other.

“Now Gents, find yourselves a cunt and stick your cock in!”

There was a hurrying scramble and I found myself with John’s cock struggling for entry, helped by the moistening effect of the degenerate talk earlier.

“Rules Gents!” Kitty called. “When the music starts go round this way this way,” She pointed. “You must go round the Tims at each end. No going back and if you try to break through the line you’ll be disqualified! Ready?”

John was fucking me with little movements. I looked along the line and found that it seemed to be quivering as gentle fucking motions were common.

“Go!”

Classical marching music bust from the speakers.

My cunt was rudely emptied of John’s dick and the men, with erections swinging before them, began to march round the row of vaginas. Laughing at the bobbing cocks, we watched the progress of the men as they went round.

Suddenly the music stopped and, amid general hysterics, men scrambled towards cunts only to give disappointed yells as they were beaten to it by another cock. Squeals and giggles met the desperate entry of hard cocks into hot pussies. I laughed as Rob’s cock violated my eager cunt! There were the usual lost pricks wandering round without a cunt.

“Home sweet cunt!” Rob whispered in my ear!

“We haven’t taken a cunt away yet! There’s a hot pit for everyone!” Kitty yelled.

All the cocks that had found a vagina were, with various displays of vigour, fucking the channel that they had found. It was delightfully degenerate.

Eventually every cock was embedded.

“OK on you go!” One of the Tims put his arm round Miss Ferguson’s waist and took her and her chair out the line. She stood, very disappointed at her exclusion until the Tim knelt down and licked her labia.

The music stopped and the hilarious scramble began. This time there would be a loser!

I ended up with Jamaar filling my slippery tube and Bill was the first loser.

Two vaginas were taken away this time and the music restarted.

The whole event was hilarious. When the music stopped men were cheered on by those watching. The laughing Tims and Kitty yelled things like, “Cunt here!” “Come on there’s one here!” Sometimes pushing fingers into the hole, to help the dinner jackets in their quest!

This time, I was taken out of the line. Disappointed, I had to push Tom’s lovely black dick from my gut, and join the cheering laughing viewers. The scrambling cocks and laughing squealing cunts were joyously united and parted.

“Go on Rob!” My Mum and I encouraged my husband to barge away a rival and shove deep into Denise.

Eventually, the number of women was reduced to one. It was Sue, who, a few days earlier had winged over her pram. Surely a remarkable metamorphosis as, she knelt on her chair both hands behind her, dragging her cunt open, shouting over the cheers, “Come on boys! Wide open for easy entry!”

The music ended for the last time and Rob, in a scramble slid seamlessly into the wet open vagina.

“The winner! Rob!” Light hearted cheers greeted the announcement. Kitty held Rob’s arm above his head. “Never mind Simon! It’s only fun! Here let me stroke this cock.” The red head, for that was who Simon was, smiled at her touch.

“Now Rob, if you’ll take your cock out of Sue, we’ll sort out your prize fuck! Tim,” she turned to one of her helpers.

“Who do you want Rob to fuck?”

Well I think that since we found out that Alice is his mother in law, we’ve all been fascinated, and would love to watch them fuck!” A mutter of agreement filled the room.

“Alice come out here!” My Mum went into the centre excitedly clapping her hands.

“And what position shall it be? Karen! You choose!”

We all turned to young Karen. She flushed, embarrassed to be discovered excitedly, playing with herself!

“Er, err, I’m not sure. Err um I’m not sure what you call it.”

“Describe it love.” Kitty was kind.

“Well, its like spoons, with Alice on her side and Rob spooned in behind her.” Blushing furiously she went on, “Then R ... Rob can fuck her er ... um ... cunt or bum.” She put her hand over her mouth and giggled, “And we can see everything!”

She had barely finished before my Mum was on her right side facing us enthusiastically. “Come on Rob, let’s have you!”

Rob dropped his trousers and lay down behind her. Mum lifted her left leg, brazenly, exposing her genitals to all of us watching. He took his rigid cock in one hand and, taking Mum’s hip in the other, he pressed at her entrance.

There was a collective sigh, from the audience, as his cock slipped into her.

“Oh Rob!” Mum sighed, arching her back, and relishing the deep probing of my husband’s cock. Wet dribbles ran from my Mum’s cunt as Rob worked her it into the usual wet excitement.

“Ladies and Gents.” My Mum announced somewhat unsteadily, as Robs cock probed her, “You are watching true incest!” she gasped.

“You are indeed!” Kitty called. “And its illegal Ladies and Gents.”

At this debauched announcement Rob, always responsive to obscenity, began to pound my mothers cunt. I was sure that she was nearing climax!

“But hold on Rob! Karen wanted to see anal! That’s right everyone isn’t it?”

Laughter and cheers resounded. We were still high from the musical cunts.

My Mum gave a deep shudder as Rob pulled his rampant dripping dick from her twat. She was shaking with lust as Rob trailed his cock back to her bum hole. He paused, then with a firm steady push, his hand pressed against her belly, he slowly forced open her hole, against the muscles of her arse, which were trying to keep it closed!

As four inches disappeared into her rectum, Mother let out a painful, excited wail.

“Take it Alice! Take it!”

The audience weren’t laughing now. They were fully involved in the riveting, scandalous performance in front of them.

“Jesus, for the love of god and my bum, push!” Mother was almost incoherent but Rob understood and he forced himself in, until he was pressed hard up against Mum’s bum.

“Ride her Rob! Fuck that bum.” Kitty was getting carried away! A Tim next to her was in danger of her lust ripping off his cock!

Sobbing, Mum urged Rob on, “Oh fuck my arse Rob! Fuck it! Oh god Rob, it hurts! Come on my son, come in my bum.”

Rob was doing his best, his urgent fucking kept dragging my Mum’s arse with it as it pulled back. Then, with a triumphant growl from Rob, and a painful squeal from Mother, he rammed right into her rectum and splashed his cum forcefully, into her gut.

They froze. The audience stilled. Sensing that the last of Rob’s sperm was finding a new temporary home in Mother’s bowels.

Slowly, he pulled out of my Mothers arse and stood.

“Shit!” Mother rolled onto her back rubbing her cunt and we all saw that her arse was gaping open, abused, where Robs prick had stretched the sphincters in her bum.

Slowly it closed in jerking cramps as she painfully took back control of her body.

“Wow! Do you believe that?” Kitty was shaking. “That was stunning, don’t you agree?”

“My son-in-law had better watch out when I get home!” One of the women laughingly said.

“Well following that is going to be difficult, but on with musical cocks!”

A ripple of laughter washed around the room. “Yes you’ve guessed it, its similar to musical cunts, but ladies, you’re giving blow jobs. Let’s not get carried away here, grabbing a cock to stop a yourself as you rush past is not a good idea. Hurry, run, win, but don’t rip out any cocks!”

The men put their arms around one another’s shoulders each facing one way and his neighbour the other.

“Ladies find a cock!”

It was like the January sales! Women fought and screamed, even though they knew that there was a cock for everyone.

When the game started it was pandemonium! Shouting, screaming and cries from the men as Kitty’s warnings were ignored by frantic women. Kitty kept the game going but it was too dangerous to prolong it. Some of the men were refusing to continue. Finally as young Karen slipped in front of two other women she was declared the winner.

She was hopping up and down in excitement clapping her hands! “I get a prize fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

“Tim who gets to fuck this charming young girl?”

“Well, she’s probably the smallest most delicate woman here, so I think we would all like to see how, or if, she handles the biggest cock in the room! I think Tom should fuck her.” There was a shocked murmur.

“Remember everyone has fucked everyone else already!” Kitty reminded us. “But Karen would you like to fuck Tom?

Karen absent mindedly rubbed her clit, “Oh yes, Oh yes indeed.” She briefly glanced at Bill, “Oh yes please!”

Kitty looked at my Mum, “Karen chose your position Alice, it’s only fair if you get the chance to choose for her.”

“Oh it has to be doggy! Yes definitely doggy. If she’s going to take that magnificent black cock it has to be on all fours!” Mother announced to general agreement.

Immediately, Karen dropped to the floor on her knees, ready. She had her hair in a pony tail and she looked very young and slim.

Tom came forward and instead of dropping his trousers as Rob had done, he stripped. As his suit came off, he revealed his massive frame. I remembered meeting him in the street for the first time, and being anxious about his threatening size. Now, however, he seemed a giant next to Karen. It appeared to me that she was uneasy as he revealed more of his body, finally shivering as his monumental cock was revealed.

“Magnificent!” I heard a woman whisper in envy.

“It certainly is!” Sue replied.

Gently, Tom pushed Karen onto her hands and positioned himself behind her. Karen took her bottom lip between her teeth and braced herself. She went down onto her elbows and rested her chin on her forearms. She looked extra young, extra small against Tom’s bulk.

“Ready?” He asked. Her pony tail bobbed as she nodded. Tom pressed his thumbs into the lips of her twat and pulled them apart, opening her channel to the approaching blue black head. It touched her tender parts, and a deep shivering sigh escaped Karen’s lips.

Slowly, Tom pressed his shaft against her body and, reluctantly it seemed, she opened to him. It’s head probed inside and Karen started quivering as it entered. More gentle pressure helped it further in but Tom stopped, giving stretched tissue time to relax and yield.

“Oh my!” Karen smiled up at her partner Bill, “Oh my, Bill!” Afterwards she panted and moaned but these were the only words she spoke until her ordeal was over.

Tom started short, jabbing attacks at her and she responded with small noises, “Ah ... Ah ... Ah...” Quickly, in time with the poking cock. Those watching were aware that with every prod Tom was embedding himself in Karen, by minute amounts. The process kept Karen’s cunt flowing and greased the black shaft. The audience was riveted, where was it all going? I expected to see it appearing between her lips at any moment!

Finally, at last, his length was fully embedded and he rested. He took hold of her pony tail and pulled her head up and bent her back, pulling her cunt harder onto his rod. In contrast to his initial entry, he pulled smoothly out of her, showing gleaming, shining, hard black flesh. He paused and in one smooth movement thrust it quickly right back home into her quivering sheath.

“Oof!...” Karen jumped.

Smoothly out again, and back, hard into her small frame. “Oof! ... Oof! ... Oof...!” Every long, fast thrust brought a puff from Karen. The extreme length of his phallus, must have been smashing through her uterus and into her womb with every long blow!

He let go of her pony tail and began to tease and tweak her small pert tits. Gradually, her ‘Oof!’ became ‘Mah!’ as her lust rose. It was an understatement to say that she was enjoying the abuse her over stretched cunt was suffering.

Every long fast drive brought increasingly loud responses. Finally, after several minutes, one ‘Uh’ turned into a long “Aargh!” and she slipped into orgasm. Two or three times she jerked face down on hands and knees, until Bill, holding her by her tits, pulled her up against his chest. Sitting on him she was utterly impaled by his rock hard cock.

She threw her head back onto his shoulder and clenched and unclenched her fists, shuddering. Her legs trailed, clear of the floor, and with open gasping mouth her eyes stared, seeing nothing. She was like a rag doll hanging, twitching, held by black hands on milk white flesh. Then the focused audience was excited to see the root of Tom’s black tool starting to pulse. His balls were squeezed by his contracting sack and he vomited quantities of sperm, right up, far, into Karen’s intestines. Pulse after pulse flooded her, but not a drop, not a drop, escaped her twat. So tightly was her flexible young vagina stretched around the teak rod that filled her, none of the white liquid could escape!

No one moved.

Finally, with a huge shuddering breath, Karen pulled herself together. She glanced around her stunned audience with a shy smile flickering across her face.

“Wow!” She giggled. “Oh wow!” She reached up, lifting her breasts still in Tom’s hands, and tugged at her pony tail, tightening the band. When her eyes found Bill’s, she said, “You know that two hundred quid fine Bill? Save your money, I want, I need to do it. I can’t get enough of fucking.”

We laughed and a couple clapped.

“Come on Karen let’s get you up on your feet!” Kitty took her hands and, helped by Tom she lifted Karen up. We who watched were centered on the long jade black shiny pole as it slipped from Karen. It finally emerged a spluttering, farting sound greeting its emergence.

So tightly had her cunt embraced his cock that air had been pumped into her uterus and, joined by his sperm, it was splattered out when the seal was broken. We laughed, all of us had been victims of vaginal farts in the past, but Karen was horribly embarrassed. Her thighs and feet were covered, splattered in cum. One of the female Tims came over and cleaned Karen up. I was delighted to notice that she took the opportunity to caress Tim’s breast and cunt! Truly this girl was a real pervert!

“Right,” it was Kitty, “Last game before lunch! We call this ‘Maypoles’ ‘May-cocks’ if you prefer or perhaps ‘dance of the cunts’. Just like the maypole the ladies are going to dance round the room on the cocks. So gents please lie down on the floor on your backs feet pointing into the middle. Cocks out and perfectly erect!”

After the performance of Tom and Karen, the erections were not a problem. Even Tom, after his magnificent performance was rampant.

Once the circle was complete, Kitty announced, “Right ladies, onto your cocks!” Karen, with a whoop, scampered across the room swung her leg over Tom and forced her cunt down over the ebony shaft.

“Da! Da!” She threw her arms wide, laughing, impaled upon Tom.

The rest of us found empty erections and straddled the men slipping cocks into our vaginas. We were like racing cars gently warming up, rocking to and fro.

“Right one minute of music! Thirty seconds to change. When the music stops, move on. Ready?”

ABBA’s Super-trooper burst out over the loud speakers. In time with the solid beat, we all started fucking the cocks in our cunts.

We all started singing along with the music at the tops of our voices, “Just like...”etc. All too soon, the track ended and we scrambled from one cock and carefully slid the next into our bodies. We settled and grinned at one another ready for the next. Away we went with the Spice Girls “>>>>” I was loving the feeling of belonging to a group who were uncritical of my behaviour who indeed shared my swinging style. Laughing and singing I hardly noticed that I was getting worked up and I started missing the odd stroke. Bitterly disappointed, the track ended and I was forced to move on to the next cock.

I fumbled the next cock into me and started not waiting for the music. “Two four six eight never too late...” a hard rapid beat. I noticed that I was fucking next to Rob.

“Getting close Tim?” He laughed at me relishing my Mother’s action.

“I, ah ha!” I couldn’t answer him as my orgasm crashed through me. I drove myself harder and harder onto the cock I was riding. I was so far gone that I neither new or cared who’s it was. It was hard that was enough.

I was back before the music ended, and moved over to Rob following my Mum.

I made a change by turning my back to him and feeding his cock into my channel in the reverse cowgirl position. I was no sooner mounted than Robs finger penetrated my anus and matched my down thrusts with an inward probing of his own. He was very hard and oozing. I realised that watching me fuck, had had the usual effect of stimulating him. Grabbing his cock with my cunt and his finger with my arse I was determined to bring him off!

I did! Spurts of cum dribbled down onto his belly and I wondered what the next cunt would feel like sitting in it! It wasn’t long before I found out, as the next cock in line, Simon’s was discharging into my Mother, next to me.

The music ended and I moved on over from Rob to Simon, the red head, his cock slimy and dripping with his discharge and my Mothers juices.

“Shooting my load into Mum and having the daughter finish me off, bliss!” he grinned, “Reverse cowgirl too please!” He helped his sloppy cock into me and pushed fingers home into my bum. The slime on his belly wetly covered my thighs.

Oh god, the evil perverseness of the situation was getting to me. I was fucking a cock that I’d only met the day before but which, had already, filled my bum. I was really, really aroused by the feel of my Mother’s thigh brushing against me as she fucked another stranger’s cock. A cock which would, in less than a minute, be penetrating my vagina.

I looked back at Iris Ferguson fucking Rob, and utterly lost it. “I’d been keeping time with Meat Loaf’s “>>>” a hard fast rocker, a really bouncy track, wonderful to orgasm to, but just as I started, it stopped.

“Come on Toni! Move on! Music’s over!” I’d settled down onto Simon’s dick, but I was urged trembling over onto Bill’s cock.

Buddy Holly’s gentle “Everyday...” floated out of the speakers just what I didn’t want. Sobbing with frustration I hammered my cunt to my own rhythm and not only succeeded in completing my own consummation, but was rewarded with the warm wetness of Bill’s discharge.

“Don’t worry about your performances Gents, if you can’t keep it hard, the Tims are going to step in and keep us going! We are determined to keep it going until lunch. Only twenty minutes to go.”

I was supposed to move on to a quiet small man but he stood up and said “Enough for me Kitty, enough.”

“No problem Dave well done You’ve done splendidly.”

Immediately a Tim was hauling me onto his dick. His rock solid hardness made me gulp and think about the semis they all seem to sustain. “I was wondering if I’d get to screw the famous Toni! I’ve been worried that I’d miss you!”

Gradually more and more people dropped out and when I watched my mother’s climax, bucking, twitching and moaning, on a Tim’s cock, I realised that all the Tims were now in the circle and all the female Tims were happily fucking the men who were left. Bewildered, tired, I continued moving round the circle of cocks, pumping my now numb cunt on a mixture of rock hard Tim cocks and softening guest’s weapons. For the second time, I arrived back to my husband Rob and realised that not only had I fucked every man there at least twice, but I’d fucked every Tim too.

“Congratulations everyone! Lunch time.” Kitty called. “Champagne for all!”

I’d fucked for an hour. No big deal, Charlie and Rob had battered me for longer, but I’d been penetrated by twelve cocks, no with the Tims make it eighteen sometimes three or more times each.

I threw a couple of glasses of quality champagne down and felt better. The champagne lunch was magnificent. Small delicate Petit-fours with oysters, clams and lobster, perfectly cooked slivers of beef, pork and duck, not to mention quail’s eggs, chicken liver pate and goose. Included were asparagus, heart of artichoke and some items I didn’t recognise.

Fruit of all kinds were served before Belgian chocolates with strong coffee laced with brandy.

We lingered enjoying our break. No one had asked to clean up and we ladies sat happily leaking various fluids as we relished the treats.

After two o’clock, in the room next door, the sound of male voices began to make themselves heard.

Kitty rose to her feet. “Next door, there twenty five gentlemen assembling for the charity fuck.”

“Twenty five, That’s not too bad, only two each!” Sue piped up, “After the banging we’ve had today we’ll survive that!”

Kitty grinned. “But Sue, we have sold forty four tokens that’s three to four each. We have half an hour to prepare, so you ladies have been paired off with a female Tim. This Tim will make sure that you are prepared for the fun ahead.”

I was paired with my bridesmaid Kate and we followed our Tim to one of the nearby bedrooms. Tim sat us down at a mirror and proceeded very skilfully, to see to our hair and make up.

“You all did very well today to last until lunch time, normally, we Tims, end up in a no holes barred orgy, with the guests looking on. We were a bit disappointed, those Tims can really last! Now let’s see those vaginas I need to clean them up.”

She took some cleaning pads and cleaned us very thoroughly, very thoroughly indeed! By the time she was finished my clitoris was so clean it was glowing! By the look on Kate’s face her button was glowing too!

“Now, last thing,” Tim said, “A bit extra lubrication, we don’t want any dryness spoiling the fun do we?”

If the cleaning was thorough then the lubing was more than thorough. I began to wonder if I was having a twelve thousand mile service. She started high up in my uterus, if she could have lubed my womb she would have. Oil was spread into every fold and ridge inside my cunt, and spread very conscientiously it was. She turned to Kate and she received the same treatment, I giggled at Kate’s face, realising that it was the mirror image of my own feelings!

Back to me and the outer creases and folds of my cunt lips received the same treatment. Tim spent the majority of the time on my bead and by the time she pushed her tongue into my mouth and her fingers into my already greasy twat I regretted not having a cock. I wanted to fuck her!

Kate received exactly the same treatment and was squirming with lust before the end.

“Jesus, her voice was harsh, ten minutes ago, sex was off the menu, I’m looking forward to the rest of the afternoon now!”

“Just one more thing Ladies, bend over please. You never know, you just never know.” Into our arse holes the probing finger spread globs of oil deep into our rectums.

“Now! Let’s have a look at you.” She primped a couple of curls and, satisfied, she stepped back. “There, almost good enough to eat and, trust me, if we had time I would. But time is something we don’t have so let us go!”

There was a warmth in my genitals as she led us back into the dining room where our smart men awaited us. I wondered if the oil had been doctored with some stimulant. The sound of laughter chat and the clinking of glasses, penetrated the closed doors to the room next door. Kitty walked to the front of the room, dressed demurely in an innocent flowery, floaty muslin number. It was nearly transparent and at the top, covering her nipples and breasts, but leaving her cleavage and shoulders bare.

“Look at your faces ladies! I’m dressed, but still on your side!” And turning, she flipped her dress up over her back, proving her to be naked with her but plug tail still in place.

There was a creeping warmth in my vagina so I pressed my middle finger to my clitoris. I noticed that my Mum and several of the ladies were doing the same.

“I rather think that it was not only lubricating oil that we have had rubbed in to us.” My Mum murmured in my ear.

“Well, why the dress?” The woman didn’t like it.

“Oh Sally, on one occasion, one of the visitors, worse the wear for drink, wouldn’t take no for an answer. As I’ve said before, I’m an employee not a guest. It’s just easier this way. Now some information. This is an anonymous session, anonymous in fact in the case of you ladies. Your partners will know who has fucked you but you will not. He will not tell you who you have served. If he does, and we find out, and we will, you will never be invited here again! What’s more certain stills from the movie, we have been making, will find their way to certain people.”