She looked annoyed, so my complaint didn’t help the situation.“We were supposed to share that cum.”Ignoring me she snapped at me; “Who gave yo...u permission to drink Steve’s piss?”“Permission?” Nonplussed, I glared at her, anger setting in. “I don’t need your fucking permission!” She tried controlling me before but I only went so far with the submission. I didn’t get off on being a permanent slave. Trey and Cody had both told me that was the reason she’d switched to Will. I’d even heard a rumour. ”“She’s right,” Monique said, looking a little more serious, “I didn’t need much convincing.” She put her right hand on top of my two hands, clasped together on top of Eva’s thighs, and said, “What do you think, Adam? Would you like to spend the night with us? I think it’ll be fun.”I looked at Eva, then at Monique’s pretty asian face, and I said, “Have you ever done this before?”“No,” Monique said, and Eva just shook her head, and said, “Never.”“I’d love to,” I said, finding it hard to believe. I picked up my cell phone and called Van Horn's cell but I got no answer. I knew I was going to have to resolve this situation before I reached my destination so, when I spotted a rest area just past Exit 20, I turned off the highway. I pulled all the way down to the far end of the parking lot and casually walked to the rest rooms. The Blue Malibu parked at the other end of the lot but no one got out.I walked through the welcome center and out the back door toward the truck parking area and. With the bathing suits Linda and Sam were wearing they were showing just about everything anyway. Maybe I was just getting too old. I just wasn't one to share anymore. I never shared anyone I really cared for and wasn't about to start now.The following day while working out in the morning a couple of men asked me if I golfed. I told them I did and even brought along my clubs, just in case there was a course. They asked me to join them in a round on the island.I mentioned it to Linda and she.