This declaration made me too turned on. She talked about strange things, wickedness, which I properly wasn't able to identify at all, or I thought t...his girl was a pervert. She kept on mentioning such things like "Golden Rain", which I had never heard of. She also began to explain me, like the good teacher, all about this stuff. Well, we met on the day planned at last, and went right into a comfortable hotel around a well off neighbourhood, a luxurious one. “Los Lagos”, was the name for. Billy was 22 years old, with short black hair and a trim but pretty well cut body. He was your typical frat boy type, but very friendly and very nice. Brett was the quieter of the two. He stood about 62 and I have to admit he had a great body. He was 24 years old and had dark skin (we later found out he was part black and part Italian). On the sixth hole, I sliced my tee shot way off to the right. Brett hit an uncharacteristic horrible slice as well, but Billy was right down the center of the. Harriet slumped with satiation thencollapsed amidst the cushions as I gently withdrew my new 'friendlyweapon'. She whimpered a feeble objection but she was too far-gone toprevent me. Her fingers clasped feebly at empty air as I finally rose>from my newly acquired Sissy responsibilities.Gently, Wendy and I eased Harriet off the cushions then left herhugging a pillow and gasping stentorian breaths as her bodyrecovered. Harriet fell asleep even as I rearranged the cushions andWendy was already. Neither one of us mentions Chris; I assume Connie wants to tell her privately. Around midnight, we say goodnight and we all head upstairs. I hear them talking excitedly, in low tones as they close their bedroom door. As I get undressed, my curiosity gets the better of me. I figure they probably aren't undressing yet, so it won't hurt to listen in for a while. I go to my monitoring room, flip on the equipment and I'm blown away by what I see. Karla and Connie are standing by the bed locked in.