A short red dress; nylon hose, stiletto heels and of course, no panties at all.She left early and around midnight called me from the bar, she sounded ...loose and I thought she had been taking several margaritas during the previous hours. In the back I could hear guys laughing. She said they all would be at home in less than fifteen minutes…I poured a glass of whiskey, grabbed my laptop and locked myself inside our reading room, waiting for their arrival.Finally the bedroom door opened and in. And this stairway led to a door.And that door opened to show the same ritual.“ ... wow.” Damien stopped, blocking them, until Jack tapped him on the shoulder. “Sorry.” Stepping in, the Mekhet looked around, in blatant shock over the sight.Jack didn’t want to look at the sight. Once was enough.“Same as last time,” Daniel said, and pointed up.And like a bunch of lemmings, they all looked up, and gasped. The skeleton on the ceiling had another picture attached, but, like Daniel said, it wasn’t. ‘Well you fucking well can’t, so forget it mister. Di’s been punished, and your punishment is to soap us all over without touching us with your dick.’ Both the girls bent over with their bums towards John. ‘Plenty of soap between our legs and just use your hands, no fucking flannels thank you very fucking much.’ Jane ordered. As John was soaping their sexy bits, Diana asked Jane if she had always sworn as much as she did. ‘No Di, I didn’t fucking swear before I met Mabel, I didn’t fucking wank,. ” Then Priyanka continued “We have managed to negotiate that we will choose the hero of this documentary because we can’t be comfortable with anyone fucking us. After all we are not a prostitute.” After hearing my mind was still searching for their problem and then for its solution. But Deepika helped me in this and announced clearly “We want you to be our hero and we will be fucked only by you.” I was shocked by hearing this that two most beautiful, sexy woman on this world as I reckon are.