..aaaah...ohwaaaa."She was moving frantically and her juice was pouring out of her. She seemed to reach a peak and then slowed down saying, "Thank you......thank you...wonderful darling...wonderful..." She moved away from me and looked down at me."Was that all right, darling, you didn't mind doing that for me?" No...no..." I said, "it was beautiful the way you..." She didn't let me finish."Then I must do something special for you," she said, and moved down my body and took hold of my penis. She. "Probably about two weeks ago... I think." "See what I mean," Mom replied to my father. "She could be ovulating any time in the next few days. It's not a really good time to take a chance like that." I could see Dad's eyes twist up, almost in pain, at the thought of pulling out. Still, I knew he would do it, if Mom told him to, or I objected too much. I could almost hear him mentally pleading, "PLEASE!" I guess Mom could too; having lived with Dad so much longer than I have. "Oh, go ahead," she. And of course his prima ballerina and fiancée will be with him.”“And I don’t think they’ll be interested anyway in participating in this particular form of dance,” Lindy added. “It’s something I saw while in the ACT workshop in San Francisco, and it fascinated me. To the point I had to know everything about it. If it wasn’t for Snake, and of course Joe and Angelique, I might have stayed and joined the company.”“What form of dance?” asked Miwa.“Aerial. Let me show you.” Lindy placed her laptop. Tanya must have known I'd refuse. They plied me with drinks that night, talking, joking and petting each other. I began to feel woozy. I hardly registered myself being tied to an iron bedstead, my arms pulled back. I then, through the haze of swirling images, saw the ebony-dark figure of Tanya kneeling between my legs. Weakly I allowed her to lift both my legs and urge them up bringing my knees up to my chest. I then realised in my alcoholic haze what she intended to do. I felt my senses go.