So, reluctantly, I rinsed off and climbed out. Fifteen minutes later I was shaved and deodorised, and slapping my face with aftershave. My thoughts re...turned to Josephine, and I wondered at how she accepted the flogging she received. 'Volunteered' was how Chantelle described it. Did she really volunteer? Like, put her hand up, and said "pick me, pick me!" What was the pain like? Josephine didn't seem to mind it. But, did she really like it? Was it the feeling of the flogger hitting her skin that. I put my bike in an ovedrnight garage and got into a taxi and took them home. We got to their house and went inside. The girls lit some candles and toled me to take a seat. I sat down and then they explained to me that they were not into men and that they were married to each other. They wanted to have sex with each other and they wanted me to watch. Well, who the hell was i to argue. They both slowly stripped out of their jeans and tank tops to show that they were wearing a body stocking. Each. I liked the idea of being encouraged to lick or taste my cum but like every guy, the thought of doing it after I have cum, when my horniness level drops, is way less appealing. When we were out for dinner the following night I told her about the web site and explained to her that I wanted her to read it too. I told her exactly how horny it got me just reading about the things on the site. I also told her that if she was into the DevSex roles, then I wanted her to push me down that road more. She sighed wistfully and looked to the stars, tracing the outline of the dragon soaring through the night sky.I miss him.She checked her compass. It wasn’t pointing towards the tunnel. But it was moving. Swinging from the north. Slowly, but surely, moving west. She saw a group of men moving towards the tunnel. Their leader was dressed like a businessman down on his luck – suit astray, shirt untucked, hair unkempt. He looked forlorn. The one beside him on the other hand was animated with a.