For a moment I forgot where I was, and who I was, but I didn’t care; I was enjoying making this woman cum. I was enjoying the sensation of a warm bo...dy on top of me,. Running my hands over her body, I tried to get my fingers under her panties into her pussy, but Sasha's wriggling would not allow me access, as her panties became wetter with every lick. Suddenly John spoke up once more, directing the action, and letting me know he wanted me to cum. He was encouraging me to cum in Sasha’s waiting. My God, I thought, I want him to touch them sexually... and then what else? The first time I realized that this was going on I tried real hard to fuss at myself. Then I dismissed it as a harmless fantasy. Something to enjoy mentally and no more... Then I admitted the truth, I told myself I enjoyed Pop so much and maybe my girls should too someday... About that time I also realized that in the back of my mind, other things that Pop had said, had since been incubating. One morning in bed after my. “There are conditions,” she said, “important conditions.” Bending down, she led me through the tiny opening and into a small closet, an empty storage room, I guessed. “I don’t think Ida realized she was giving me this key. She takes access to this space very seriously.” A black curtain covered the wall opposite the door. Liz walked over and pulled the cloth aside. Two long windows looked into a pair of small, dark rooms. I looked at Liz, confused. I hesitated again, not really wanting her in there when I stripped off the other bra, but this time she brushed my protestations aside saying, "Come on, it'll be fine. I can't keep popping in and out of here like a jack-in-a-box!"I laughed nervously, and agreed, "OK then. Thanks", and turned away from her so she could undo the first bra."That's better", she soothed, "what are your names by the way?"We told her and she went on, "Right Liz, let's just slip this off then", and slickly unfastened.