She replaced me on the bed. On her back, she reached behind her knees and pulled her thighs back so that her pussy and asshole were tilted into the pe...rfect position to be penetrated. Looking down, I could see the lube leaking from her asshole."I want to see you shoving your cock into my ass, Ben," she said as I settled down on the bed just below her waiting orifices, "Take it slow. Let me get used to the head first. Once my sphincter stretches over it, you can then push the rest of it. Slowly both of them moved it to hold my tool, their hands met. Both of them tried to with draw but I kept my hand on their hands. Thus both of them knew the game we were playing. After some time all of us moved to my bed room. Both Kumkum and Savita were hesitant. I asked them as to whether they would like to have some beer. Reluctantly they agreed. I went out and brought six bottles of beer and ordered food. By the time food came, we had finished one bottle of beer each. By now both were. Everyone was wearing a harness with sensors that would detect a laser signal. The general looked a little childish with it, as if he were a baby dressed in a harness to be carried around or leashed to the wrist of a parent. Nobody found the image funny. The generals spit was flying. ‘Here, here, and here is where I would send my reconnaissance troops, if I were Perkins. So, you, my warrior ants, are going to go around these points through the most forbidden terrain, where they will least expect. It had been a close decision, whether to take breakfast in their room or whether to enjoy the Gynarch's Breakfast Room. In the end the chance to see and be seen had won out over the idea of being waited on in their suite. They put on their New Opportunity uniforms, short black kilts and tight, white, roll-neck sweaters. Somehow it only seemed right – the Breakfast Room of the Gynarch was where New Order had been founded, so as well as offering what they were sure would be an excellent meal it.