Douche introduced himself. Lisa frowned, she held suspicious that it wasn't his real name. His name sounded like a name for some pimp instead of a con...cierge of a reputable establishment.Well, a name is just a name, no need to put a label on someone just because of his name. Lisa brushed the matter about Dirt E. Douche name aside."Follow me, my ladies." the three women followed the man deeper into the building."Our first stop is our miraculous salon. Let's the professional here tamper…I mean. Hard and deep. I want it rough. I want you to slap me and spit on me like I’m your whore.”“Yes. God yes.” My cock was like an iron bar by now as she tugged away at it. She lay on her back and began guiding it towards her pussy. Then stopped. She looked me directly in the eyes with intense passion.“But first….I want to know which one of our daughters you would rather fuck?” I paused.“What?”“You heard me. Ava or Emily? If you could fuck either of them, who would it be?”“This is nonsense.. Sam felt no need to announce that Paul had forgotten to wear his socks over his stockings either. Sunday night the pair left their stockings drying over the towel rail and the weekend ended with neither having said more than a dozen sentences to each other.The week that followed was spent in study and exams and even though they still didn't speak that much it was more due to work than animosity. By the time that the weekend arrived most of the campus had left for the holidays and the two were. ”“What was his name?”“Tim. Timothy, actually. Timothy Burton Dowdy.”“Okay, Burt, you got it buddy.”“Later, Jack.”It took an additional two weeks to get the E2 back again. The CG chief had laid down a whole new keel guard plate and warned me, when he dropped it off, to go easy on the throttle until I got used to it.“Oh? Why is that?”“Besides the eight, almost nine tons of gold we got out of here? Remember I told you that the motors had been replaced? Think how powerful they are if they were.