The rest was negotiable along the line, though perhaps a stiff drink would steady my nerves enough to overcome any resistance to experimenting with su...ch things. Besides, I strongly suspected that I would get to see some mother-daughter action, too. Something about both of my ladies, and yes, I still thought of Inga as mine on some level, hinted very much at bisexuality on their part and even mutual attraction, which frankly didn’t surprise me. Both women were like Valkyries ... lovely goddesses. She paid special attention to my crotch by lifting my hard cock and cleaning every inch. She swirled the scrubber around my balls, making me even more excited. I had been to quite a few Asian massage parlors so I knew the drill and anticipated the scene I knew was going to be played out once back in the room on the massage table. In the meantime I was enjoying her ministrations to heighten my desires. She was working things masterfully. And I was enjoying every minute! Soon she declared me. I had been drinking pretty heavily and so had she. We were both off mingling with the crowd of friends and I had gotten pretty distracted. During this time she had slipped out the upstairs backdoor of the bar onto the fire escape and onto the adjacent roof of the building next door with Tom and George, under the pretenses of smoking a joint (something that always makes her horny) to celebrate the occasion. With the crowd inside and them having a nice secluded spot, I know it couldn't have been. And you can be sure I'm enjoying that." She grinned up at Helen. "And seeing you in the altogether has got his balls in an uproar, too." She chuckled deep in her chest. "Not that I mind, you understand," she continued cryptically. "But don't worry, Helen, he just needs to get acclimated." I hope so," Helen said and returned to the earlier topic, quizzing Doris on the training center, the people involved and the kinds of facilities that would be needed.When they had turned back and the men had.