One...Million...Dollars." What," Kastor began, "is my middle name?"Although locked in the chamber, Corbett responded quickly:"It's." What? Wait a seco...nd. I knew his name about a half asecond ago. It's something with an `L'. No. A `B'. No. Notthat either. What? What was he asking me?Corbett Stirnweiss ceased to exist in any sentient way.Things began to seem so much bigger, shinier, cuter,through the translucence of the SwapMate 3000 canopy.Nakeder. Bustier. Prettier.The MC's assistant, Pasquale,. ”Jane smiled, pecking my lips with a wink as I looked up. “I know, but I think I should pee too so we won't have to stop later.”I moaned in anticipation as I shifted a bit closer, my hands cupping her breasts and squeezing them gently as she relaxed her muscles. Hot, golden liquid gushed into my folds and over my clitoris, making me even wetter. She sighed in relief, flushing and helping me to stand before using a wet wipe to gently clean me up. I returned the favor, being careful to not make. No one said a word but everyone’s breathing seemed to get deeper. Lisa could no longer reach Jeff’s chest, so she rubbed Betsy’s shoulders. Jeff grew bolder. As his left hand worked its magic over her chest, it slipped under her loose shirt. His hand slowly worked its way up and I could see him draw outlines around her tits with his fingers. Betsy was slowly rocking her hips back and forth; her ass grinding into his crotch. Betsy’s shorts were pulled up tight against her pussy. I could see the. All Jane and Jill were concerned about was getting a hold of their husbands and giving them what-for because they had ruined their evening. But knowing what I knew of what they had uncovered and what my own research had revealed I was scared. Scared for us, and scared for what I was sure the boys were going through down in the basement of that old house. We drove for what seemed like hours before we found the old dirt road that lead onto the property. Weeds and flowers gone to seed strangled.