Chapter 17

(Saturday, June 1st)

I woke up with Mindy spooned against my front side and Cindy spooned against my back side. My hands were draped all over my wife, and Cindy’s hands were draped over me.

We’d fallen fast asleep after a lot of vigorous fucking, so we were ragged and sticky with sex fluids. No one had taken the time to brush their teeth or do the other usual bedtime rituals. None of us had even thought to pull the sheets up. Luckily the heat wave was still ongoing, so that didn’t matter much.

I realized that I had a desperate need to pee, no doubt due to all the wine I’d drunk the night before. (I’d gone to the bathroom a couple of times during the night, but that hadn’t been enough.) I didn’t want to wake either of them up, but I had no choice but to get to the bathroom, and fast. I gingerly extricated myself as carefully as I could, and then rushed to the adjoining bathroom.

On the way there, I glanced at the clock and saw that it was not quite nine o’clock. I was glad that I hadn’t slept in a long time like I did yesterday. I would have had good reason though, given how exhausting all that fucking was.

I peed for what seemed like forever. Then I brushed my teeth and walked naked back to the bedroom. I wanted to see how my women were doing before I took a shower.

When I walked back I saw Mindy and Cindy both lying there awake, naked and smiling at me.

“Good morning, Master,” Cindy said, while stretching out. It seemed that she couldn’t even do that without doing it in a sexy manner.

I found it interesting that Cindy called me “Master” at this time, when she wasn’t all hot and bothered. Perhaps that suggested a new willingness to use the word.

Mindy wore nothing but her usual knowing smirk. “Good morning, super stud. See Cin, not only does he have a horse-sized cock, he pees as much as a horse too.”

Cindy patted the empty spot between her and Mindy. “I’m not surprised. I’m still trying to cope with the way that that monstrous thing RAVAGED me sooooo gooood last night! I’ve never just been so ... FUCKED! It almost rose to the level of another King Dong attack. And he did the same thing to me in the afternoon, while you were out shopping, Min.”

Mindy stretched out her body in a suspiciously sexy manner too. “Mmmm ... Lucky you. I have to admit, last night was great, even by the usual high Dan standards. I challenge any woman to get fucked like that and then not drop to her knees and beg to be a sex slave so she could get a lot more where that came from.”

Mindy sat up a bit with a start. “Hey, that’s an idea. We should hold a contest. Have Cock Man here use his super stud powers on the fifty most beautiful and stacked women in America, and then see how many beg to join the ranks of his cock slaves.” She acted alarmed, as if she was really thinking this through. “Oh my! We might have to build a dormitory in the backyard just to house the rest of the harem!”

I slid into the bed between them and rested my head back on the pillow. “Very funny, Min. You promised to keep your cucquean tendencies in check, remember?”

She rolled partly on top of me, enough to kiss my cheek a couple of times. After the kisses, she said, “Yeah, but the promise is to not act on my fantasies. I can still have the fantasies, right?”

I grumbled, “I suppose.”

Mindy was all grins as she said, “Which reminds me. After the tight squeeze yesterday, we’re going to need to double the size of our shower stall, at least, in order to fit all your current and future cock slaves in there.”

I spoke with stern warning, “Miiiiiiiindy!”

She held up her hands defensively. “Hey! It’s just a fantasy ... Mostly.” She winked playfully.

I said to Cindy, “See? This is why I need you to be the responsible one.”

Cindy rolled over me as well. I wound up with four breasts softly pressing into my chest, and two beautiful faces almost in my face. At least my penis was left alone, maybe because it was sticky from the night before.

Cindy purred, “I can do that, but now’s not the time. Relax! It seems to me our super stud is a little grumpy this morning. I think he needs a nice long ‘tickle attack’ to put him in a good mood.”

“Excellent idea!” Mindy agreed.

So much for my penis being left alone. Both of them reached for it at the same time. Their hands quickly got sorted out, and they wound up holding my penis and balls together, despite my continued flaccid state.

I said, “Please don’t. I don’t want any tickle attack today.”

Mindy scoffed. “Pshaw! That’s heresy. There MUST be a tickle attack every morning. It’s a VERY important tradition.”

Cindy added, “Yes, and I think the rule should be he gets tickled by no less than two of his slaves or wives. At a minimum.”

“I like how you’re thinking!” Mindy said while trying to fondle me back to life.

I knew she wasn’t going to have any success. I said, “Please. Stop it already. I am feeling bad, so please respect that.”

They stopped fondling, but their hands remained where they were, with Mindy holding my penis and Cindy holding my balls.

Mindy asked, “What’s wrong, my love?”

“What’s wrong? Everything’s wrong! You were there yesterday. You saw it all. I made a solemn vow to not mix Nicky with any kind of sexual situation whatever, and ... you know what happened. I lost all control! In fact, ALL of us lost control!”

Cindy asked Mindy, with their turned faces nearly touching on top of my chest, “What DID happen? You know I left early, and then he fucked us so good and hard for so long that I didn’t have time to ask even one question about it.”

Mindy made a dismissive look. “He’s making a mountain out of a molehill. We just talked. That’s it. It’s true that some of the discussion got a bit sexual, and Nicky did take her top off at one point-”

Cindy interrupted, “WHAT?! Really?! You’re kidding me! For real?!”

Mindy smile-smirked. “For real. And yes, it was epic! At one point, our three daughters all stood together with Nicky in the middle, water glistening and running down their bare breasts, lit only by the light of the torches.”

Cindy’s jaw dropped. “Wow! I would have loved to have seen THAT!”

I immediately said, “Now, don’t you get started too!”

Cindy said, “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to push you together with her, really. But just in terms of pure physical beauty, you have to admit that must have been a sight for the ages! All that titty power, together?! I’m a woman, but even I have to be in awe from just imagining it! You have to admit that Nicky is a VERY sexy woman.”

I growled, “Enough! There will be NO talk today or any other day about how sexy Nicky is or how I should add her to the harem or anything like that. Is that perfectly clear?”

A very chastened Cindy nodded mutely in response to my outburst.

I added, “Nicky is pure and innocent. She has a great future ahead marrying someone like Steve. Apparently not him exactly, but someone like him. She’s going to have the perfect ‘two kids and a dog and a house with a white picket fence’ American dream UNLESS we screw it up with our sexual craziness, and I’m determined not to let that happen!”

Mindy spoke while still stretched out over my chest with Cindy. “Agreed. That said, I think you need to revise your image of her as being so pure and innocent. Frankly, I think she’s like almost any other girl her age, except maybe a bit more shy and not wanting to draw attention to herself or her incredible body. I’m sure that problem has only grown worse in the last year as her boobs have ballooned to their enormous size.”

I winced. “Please. Can we not talk about her breasts?”

“Sorry. My point is, she’s changed and matured. You heard last night that she admitted to having sex with Steve lots of times, and an unknown number of other guys as well.”

“She did?!” Cindy asked in surprise.

“She did,” I conceded. “But Min, you have to admit that she’s the total opposite of Shelle or even Ruby, just the same. They’re both practically nymphos. It seems like they live for sex.”

“With you and only you,” Mindy intoned heatedly. “Don’t forget that. They’re your big-titted sex slave daughters.”

I responded, “They’d be pretty horny without me, I’m sure. That’s just the way they are, or maybe it’s the way they conditioned themselves to be. Anyway, sure, Nicky’s had sex. That didn’t surprise me at all. There probably isn’t a single girl her age in America who looks that good and has not had sex.”

Mindy cut in. “Not true. Look at Michelle AND Ruby. They’re just one year younger and they’re still virgins. You’ve felt their hymens, repeatedly, so you know it’s true. I’ll bet there are plenty of others holding out for this and that reason, such as saving themselves for their one true love. Which, in their case, is you.”

I winced again, because this sort of talk was arousing me too much. “Whatever, My point is, she clearly does not belong in the harem, and I will never forgive myself if I start going down a slippery slope with her. That’s why I’m so upset about my behavior last night. And not just then. Things have been a fiasco pretty much from the moment she dropped her robe to reveal that red bikini.”

“Which time?” Mindy asked with twinkling mischief.

“Both times. It was all screwed up! That’s why I want to punish myself, starting with going without a tickle attack.”

I shouldn’t have said that about the bikini. I REALLY shouldn’t have said that! I’d been getting increasingly aroused, but I’d been able to will my dick to stay flaccid. But as soon as visions of Nicky standing there blushing and squirming in that boldly revealing red bikini popped into my head, my penis betrayed me and grew fully erect in about two seconds!

At least my two women had the decency not to mention the curious timing of that, or even mention my new erection at all. It was strange to get engorged while hands were covering my privates, but they just kept holding it like it was no big deal.

Mindy started subtly stroking my sweet spot as she said, “You shouldn’t blame yourself. You really shouldn’t. It was just a bizarre series of events, and you were fighting it all the way, not encouraging it.”

I grumbled, “You didn’t exactly help matters by buying the exact same bikini for everyone, even Nicky, except for the different colors. What kind of symbolism does that convey?”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. The problem is that we’re all far too horny thanks to everything else that happened recently. I mean, we had Sue Ellen’s initiation just the night before. How could we not all still be flying high from that? Do you remember the ceremony, when all of us lined up, nude and kneeling, pledging our bodies to you forever? Or when Sue Ellen deep throated you while you formally accepted her as your latest cock slave? Or when we took turns-”

I interrupted her, “Yes, I remember everything. Please, don’t remind me.” My arousal was growing, and both of them could feel my boner stiffening even more, I’m sure.

My wife said diplomatically, “So there was some lack of willpower, and unfortunately sometimes that included you.”

“You can say that again,” I sighed. “And speaking of lack of willpower, when you tell Cindy I was making a ‘mountain out of a molehill’ about what happened after she left, you forget to mention the way you jacked me off under the water non-stop. In fact, that began about two minutes after Cindy left and didn’t stop until we got out of the water a good hour or so later.”

Cindy asked Mindy eagerly, “Really?!” She was starting to play with my balls.

Mindy nodded triumphantly, while still idly stimulating my sweet spot.

But then Cindy checked herself and tried to speak in a more neutral tone (although her word choice was curiously sexual). “I see. Yes, Mindy, that probably wasn’t the best idea. I mean, if you were stroking his big fat cock while his innocent and helpless daughter Nicky was sitting topless directly across from him, with her enormous bare breasts glistening wet and shining in the flickering light, probably lightly heaving up and down in time to her near panting thanks to the frank sex talk ... What straight man wouldn’t find that disturbingly arousing?”

Mindy nodded. “That’s EXACTLY how it was, Cindy. It’s like you were there. Oh my God! His cock was so extra thick and needy! I just kept on pumping and pumping, but it’s a funny thing that it turns out water is a poor lubricant, so I had to resort to rubbing his swee-”

I cut her off. “Miiiiiindy! Enough! This conversation is threatening to turn too sexual, and with a focus on Nicky, for crying out loud. That’s the exact problem from yesterday that I do NOT want to repeat today.”

Cindy said, “Yeah. Mindy, behave.”

“Fair enough,” Mindy said in a calmer voice. “But you can see the problem here. We’re all in a hyper-horny state most of the time lately, and certain taboo ideas can be the most arousing of them all.”

Although my ladies appeared to have calmed down, their hands were telling a different story. Mindy had gone from merely lightly rubbing my sweet spot to aggressively pumping her fist up and down my shaft, right around the time she’d started talking about “pumping and pumping.” She calmed down some after I interrupted her, but not that much.

Cindy had just been holding my balls at first, but by the time she described what a topless Nicky must have looked like to me, she wound up expertly fondling them. And once she got going, she didn’t stop or ease up at all. Sometimes she used a hand to help stroke my shaft as well, but she didn’t do much of that once Mindy’s hand began sliding up and down so aggressively.

I ignored all that for now, because I had an important point to make (and it felt damn good!). “Today HAS to be different. We can’t allow ourselves to slip again. The last thing I want is for Nicky to go to Hawaii thinking that she’s got a pervy dad who constantly gets boners whenever he’s around her. That’s just gross, even if it unfortunately happens to be true.”

Mindy said, “That reminds me. Remember right when we were leaving, and Michelle whispered to Nicky how you had a ‘major boner?’ So I think that horse, or should I say, stallion...” - she briefly paused her stroking to give my shaft a suggestive squeeze - “ ... has left the barn. But don’t worry. Just because she’s knows you’re a total sex stud who has a big, long, and thick dick in a near constant state of arousal, that doesn’t mean she’s crushing on you. Well, at least not any more than any of the other girls.”

I think my heart skipped a beat hearing that. “Wait! Hold on! Hold on! Crushing?! Are you serious that she has a crush on me? Because of what happened yesterday? And what other girls? You mean the Gruesome Twosome? I’d say they have more than a crush on me.”

Mindy chuckled a bit, as if amused by my ignorance. “Yes, love, your ‘innocent little angel’ has a crush on you, and no, it has nothing to do with yesterday. She’s had one for YEARS! Years and years and years. How could you not notice? She’s always been a ‘Daddy’s girl.’”

My heart was beating wildly with alarm and arousal. “No! You’re wrong! Besides, I thought Michelle was a ‘Daddy’s girl.’”

My wife was steadily stroking my boner in a corkscrew style. “She was, and still is. And in case you hadn’t noticed yet, she’s dedicated her life to serving your cock, so it doesn’t get any more ‘Daddy’s girl’ than that.” She snickered in her usual happy smirk way. “And ditto with Ruby. But Nicky is different. While the other two were deeply IN LOVE with you since, I dunno, they were thirteen? Twelve, maybe? Nicky has just had a minor crush on you for a long time too. It’s not a big deal with her though. I agree she’s a totally different case.”

Mindy and Cindy kept on with their unmentioned but constant fondling of my privates. In fact, as if in response to some bell only they could hear, they suddenly switched positions, with Cindy taking control of my boner and Mindy taking my balls.

I was still too alarmed to deal with that just yet. I asked, “‘Minor crush’?! What does that mean?! And why? And for how long?! And who then are these other girls you’re talking about?”

Mindy said, “Consider how appalled Michelle and Ruby are at the mere thought of having to ‘kiss stinky boys.’ They’ve dedicated their lives to sexually serving you and your cock. That’s what being a cock slave is all about. Whereas Nicky has a crush on you, sure. Naturally, she sees you as her ideal man, given your handsome looks and incredible sexual virility, and much, much more. How could she not? Don’t blame her; you have that effect on all women who get to know you. But she’s been dating Steve and having sex with him for the past year. Clearly, she has a normal sex life and some silly teenage dad crush isn’t going to interfere with that in any way.”

“That’s a relief,” I said with genuine relief.

But somehow, thoughts about Nicky and her crush on me and cock slaves were floating around my head and the wires were getting crossed. I found myself fantasizing that Nicky broke up with Steve so she could be with ME! Crap! I feel like slapping myself in the face, hard, because that was so wrong. What’s wrong with me?!

My wife further explained, “As for the ‘other girls, ‘ they are key to seeing how harmless this is. Pretty much ALL of the friends of our daughters had a crush on you, basically since forever. Ever since they started to have sexual feelings. So don’t feel weird that Nicky gets horny over you sometimes. You simply don’t understand your sex appeal.”

Cindy chimed in (while still pumping on my shaft!), “Let me try to explain. Master, switch the sexes. Imagine a suburban mom who’s a total hottie. We’re talking HUUUGE tits. Bubble butt. Legs that go on for miles. Magazine-cover-worthy face. A naturally sexy manner about her. Basically, any teen boy’s wet dream. In other words, someone just like Michelle or Nicky or Ruby, but older. If you were that woman and you had a couple of sons, they wouldn’t be able to help have at least light crushes on you. Unless they’re gay or in a coma. And all their friends would jump on any excuse to visit your house, just so they could see you. Then, when they’d get home, they’d go through box after box of tissues dreaming of you.”

She poked at my chest with her free hand. “That’s how YOU are, except with the genders reversed. Honestly!”

I griped, “But I’m not ‘all that.’ Really, I’m not! Okay, so I have a ‘rugged’ face that looks something like the actor Sean Bean’s. I’ve heard that a lot. But so what? I’m not some Chippendale’s dancer with a firm six pack and muscles like a body builder.”

Cindy kept right on jacking me off as said, “First of all, you do have a bit of a six pack. But that’s not what matters. Women don’t really like huge muscles. At some point, it gets gross, just like Z-cup sized boobs or something ridiculous like that. You just have ‘IT.’ Some natural sex appeal and charisma that makes women unable to resist you. It’s not even just what you say or do; a lot of it is because of your movie star face.”

Mindy added while fondling my balls, “Imagine Rob Lowe or Brad Pitt just happened to be a suburban dad. That’s YOU!”

Cindy nodded. “Definitely! And you also happen to have a dick that is both eight inches long and VERY thick! I’ll bet even most real movie stars would be shocked by the sheer size of your tool!”

Mindy chimed in, “As Michelle said, size DOES matter when it comes to tempting, teasing and pleasing a woman!”

“Exactly!” Cindy agreed. “You’re just fantastically well hung, Master! It’s the thickness that’s the killer.” She made a big production pretending not to be able to get her fingers around my shaft, complete with a mock-shocked expression.

I looked down at what she was doing and chuckled.

She continued, as she resumed jacking me off, “Plus, it’s a cock that simply never stops, never rests. Look at what’s happening right now. This is so typical.”

I looked down and saw four hands stroking and fondling my cock and balls. Four! I have to admit that’s a lot. And it’s true that I’m not even close to cumming yet. I must admit Cindy had a good point about my stamina. But I wasn’t always like that. It’s mostly due to Min training me these past couple of years.

Cindy went on, “How could any woman not lust after such a virile and handsome man? I know I couldn’t resist. And, since you’re horny so much of the time, it’s pretty common to see you tenting out your pants or shorts in an obvious way. Any teen girl, or adult woman for that matter, who spends time around you is going to conclude you’re an unstoppable sex machine!”

Mindy added dramatically, “And they would be ... RIGHT! So right!” She stretched up and kissed my jawline because that’s all she could reach without repositioning or letting go of my balls.

Cindy added in a sexually satisfied purr, “So very, very right. I swear, I’m gonna be walking funny for days! Not that I’m complaining, mind you.” Her smile was practically as wide as the room.

Mindy smiled knowingly at Cindy. “Gee, it’s like, if you’re the wife of a man like that, you’d practically need an entire harem of busty beauties to keep your man satisfied.”

“‘Practically!’” Cindy replied, sending the two of them into a minor giggle fit. All the while, they kept on playing with my privates.

I protested, “I simply don’t believe you. I’m really not all that. If I was, I would have had a lot more success with women.”

Mindy snickered, “Says the man who has a wife AND four cock slaves, and happens to have two of us jacking him off at the same time, even as he complains.”

“Okay, point taken,” I conceded. “But that’s all been a freak thing that’s taken place in just the last few weeks. Before that, I lived a normal life. Heck, before I met you Mindy, girls were only mildly interested in me, at best.”

Mindy said with obvious aggravation, “That’s because you can be such a MORON sometimes! Sorry to be harsh, but it’s true. You can be startlingly oblivious. That’s one reason why you need me as a wife. Back when I met you, when we were both only FIFTEEN, mind you, I saw MANY girls showing great interest in you. But, thank God for me, they were held back by the rule that girls aren’t supposed to ask guys out. And you were so clueless that a girl pretty much had to club you over your head and drag you back to her cave. I had no such scruples. I asked you out and dragged you back to my cave right away. And I knew once I had you how very lucky I was and that I’d never let you go. The rest is history.”

She added, “And I don’t even like telling you this much, because part of your appeal is that you don’t have a clue about how appealing you are. Again, run with Cindy’s idea of having the sexes switched. Compare a beautiful woman who knows how beautiful she is and acts like a spoiled bitch compared to one who has no clue. Even now, with a fucking HAREM of beautiful babes, you’re still this ‘awww, shucks’ naturally modest guy. It’s totally adorable and irresistible!”

With that, she scooted up on my chest to properly kiss my lips. That meant she had to let go of my balls.

Cindy reacted to the repositioning by scooting down my body. Without a doubt, she was going to start sucking me off. And they’d worked me up to such a state that I was going to let her.

But before either of them could do what they wanted to do, I abruptly sat up in bed. “What was that?” I had heard something.

“What was what?” Cindy sat up and looked around the room with worry.

I explained, “I thought I heard a cough. And it wasn’t either of you or me. It sounds like it was coming from the hallway.”

Mindy sat up too and shrugged. “I’m sure it was nothing. There ARE other people who live in this house, you know.”

“I know, but just the same, I want to check it out.” I climbed up off the exceedingly large bed and hurried to put a robe on. My concern was that it could be someone trying to listen to us through the door. There had been too much of that kind of thing lately, and I needed to put a stop to it.

I opened the door and looked around, but the hallway was empty. However, I thought I heard what might have been the sound of footsteps, perhaps near the bottom of the stairs, but I wasn’t sure. It was very faint and could have just been part of the ambient noise. I hurried down the hall to see if anyone was there, but both Nicky’s and Michelle’s bedroom doors were open and no one was inside.

I hurried downstairs to see if I could catch whoever it might have been. I kept a hand over my crotch to prevent my stiff erection from bouncing free. However, by looking into the two bedrooms first, I probably had missed my chance, if indeed someone was spying and that person went straight downstairs.

Coming into the kitchen and dining room area, I saw Sue Ellen and Ruby sitting at the patio table just outside. Both of them were wearing the same bikinis they’d had on last night. I was pretty sure they’d been there for a while, because I saw plates and glasses in front of them showing they’d already had breakfast.

I strolled right into the dining room, still wearing just my robe and practically holding my boner through it to keep it in check, but neither of them saw me. They were sitting in profile from where I was, so neither of them had a direct view towards me.

I came up with an idea. Hey, if someone is spying on me, I need to spy back and find out what they’re scheming. And when I say “someone,” I mean the Gruesome Twosome! Ruby is here, so that means the coughing spy must have been Michelle. Which figures.

I had noticed that the sliding glass door to the back patio was wide open, leaving just a closed screen door to prevent flies from coming in. Furthermore, some of the windows were opened too. I got down on all fours and crawled into the kitchen. I quietly opened a couple of cabinets where we kept the pots and pans, and knelt right in front of them.

My thinking was that if anyone were to come into the kitchen from either of the two possible directions, I could pretend like I was just kneeling down to get a pan to cook my breakfast instead of spying on the girls outside. Plus, that put me near one of the open windows, where I could hear even a quiet conversation.

Ruby happened to be talking. “I tell you, it was INTENSE! For one thing, you should have seen the nighties they were wearing.”

“Oh, but I did,” Sue Ellen replied. “Mindy bought a bunch of those yesterday at the shopping mall. I love how she bought one for each of us, just like she did with the bikinis. It symbolizes that we’re a team, a Dan-loving, cock-serving, totally-enslaved-and-loving-every-minute-of-it team!”

I was not pleased! For starters, they were clearly violating the rule not to say anything they wouldn’t say with Nicky listening in, and they were doing it in a vulnerable location. Worse, I could already sense that Ruby had spied on Mindy, Cindy, and I having sex last night somehow. How else could she have seen the “nighties they were wearing?” Mindy had covered up the peephole, and I’d even seen with my own eyes how it had been patched up. So maybe this meant they had created a second hole since then?! If they were spying while the nighties were still being worn, that meant they probably caught the entire sex session, except maybe the first five or ten minutes.

Ruby giggled. “Right on, Sister! So anyway, the King was in his King Dong mode! It was scary to watch! Master just fucking DRILLED Mindy like he was trying to break the bed and then break the floor below it so the whole room was gonna come crashing down onto the first floor! He was relentless, remorseless, and UNSTOPPABLE! I tell you, it was an all-out King Dong ATTACK!”

Sue Ellen moaned lustily. “That sounds really hot! I’m so sorry I missed it. What was Cindy doing?”

“Oh, she was just lying there and resting. Remember, he’d totally fucked her to death already, without even cumming himself, as usual.”

Sue Ellen moaned louder, with lust in her voice, “Such a STUD!”

Ruby crowed, “I know! Don’t we have the best master ever?”

“You’re telling me! The wonder is that you two were able to wait so long before implementing the Plan.”

Ruby groaned unhappily. “Please, don’t remind me. Those were the Dark Years, full of frustration and boredom and so much damn waiting! But we knew we absolutely HAD to wait until we were legally of age, or he would never have gone for it. He’s such a moral guy.”

“I love that about him,” Sue Ellen said. “I know he would never do anything bad to me, like sell me or give me to someone else. I think I would literally die of sadness if I had any other master. But anyway, let’s get back to the King Dong attack! What was everyone else doing?”

I thought, “Sell me or give me to someone else?!” Is Cupcake serious?! For one thing, that sounds like she thinks she’s ACTUALLY ENSLAVED, which is totally nuts! This is just a sex play kind of thing. I don’t actually OWN her! Besides, she should know that I’d never willingly give up on her, for anything! Doesn’t she realize that I’ve fallen in love with her?!

I didn’t have any more time to think though, because Ruby continued, “The others? Oh, you mean Shelle and Nicky. Shelle was masturbating with both hands, at least when she didn’t have to control the mouse. Nicky, though, she’s so typically Nicky. You could tell that she TOTALLY wanted to, but she was afraid to act out her ‘inner slut’ in front of us. She just stared at the screen, biting her palm most of the time, like a person biting down on something just before someone is gonna do something really painful to them.”