Helga came to see me, "I've been re assigned," she said,"To get you sorted out, Dr Richards needs some idea of your preferences." What?" I asked."Tits..., surely you want them even and equal?" she suggested.I gulped, I always hoped no one had noticed that I usually had to pad my left bra cup to get them to look even."Oh, right," I said as Helga thrust a pile of fashion magazines at me. "What's wrong with that?" I pointed at a picture of some half naked movie starlet at the Cannes film. She was crying but eventually she started to kiss back. After a few minutes we realized Terry was standing there. She told us to go inside. Lorrie was a little bruised and scraped but okay. Terry was more upset than either one of us. She wanted us to stop all the games. I didn’t, and surprisingly neither did Lorrie. We eventually calmed Terry down by promising not to take things so far. We sat down on the couch to watch tv. Lorrie and I were still naked, and I was sitting in between. Lakshmi chabi lekar andar chali gayi aur darwaza bandh kar li.Karib das minute badh darwaza kholkar woh bahar ayi ti main hayraan reh gaya.Woh sirf bra aur petticoat mein thi aur heavy gold ka neckless uske gala mein latak raha tha jiska last portion uski choochiyo ko chum raha tha.Main uske aur badha to usne mujhe baithne ka ishara kiya aur main baith gaya.Iske baad woh kithen main gayi aur tray may daaru aur glass lekar a gayi.Maine usse kaha ki mera biwi daru pine se gussa karegi.toh usne. The area he was in was very dark, lit up only by a handful of candles that had been placed on what looked like an altar. Oh, fuck this… This is some fucking cult shit… With no other options, he moved towards the altar, still shivering from not drying off in the shower. On the altar, between two of the candles, was what looked like an old school photo. He picked it up, turning it over. He almost immediately dropped it, falling on his ass and backing away from the altar. It was a picture of him,.