I ran to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and washed my face and genitals with a wash cloth. I didn't really know I was going to get laid, but this ...was a habit I had. I've probably cleaned up, showered, shaved etc., specifically with the hope of getting laid 100 times for every one time it's actually happened. Anyway, I went to Donna's room and knocked quietly on the door and she told me to come on in. Donna was laying on her stomach on her bed with a bath towel across her ass. The smooth. “We’ve had mixed results with it using some of the sounds you’ve given us, and we’d like Minacou’s take on it.” It seemed a pretty reasonable thing to ask given that he was financing her, and she’d agreed to work with the technician, Mike, to program the equipment. Now Jerry was on the phone to discuss the results.Maggie laughed. “I think you could say that.”“When Mike got back he was foaming at the mouth,” he told her. “Said you’d pretty much ordered him off the premises before he could—”“Oh,. It was about 2:30 in the morning. I started getting hard, thinking of John and knowing I could have him whenever I wanted…like now. In his backyard I said what the hell and decided to remove some clothing. It was a beautiful evening, illuminated by the marvelous light of a full moon. Then I stood there wearing the ensemble I’d worn under my regular clothes when I’d gone to the bar: bra, panties, hose and garters. It felt so sexy, out here dressed up like this! I snuck up to the dining room. She was sitting on Don’s lap, watching us. Her hand was stroking his cock.“Terry, can I talk to you for a minute?”I knew she didn’t want to, but she got off his cock and came over to me. “Take Mary and prep her, and explain to her what Don will be doing to her.”“For… Oh, I get it. Mary! Follow me, please.”Don came over to see what was going on and when I told him what she was doing.“I’ll bet she doesn’t even do the enema, let alone an assfuck. I can’t get a finger back there.”“Well, let's just.