Chapter 17

I put a different camera on each of my two monitors and plopped in my chair; the other two dried themselves distractedly while the watched the goings-on in the TV room. The trio was just in the process of lovingly toweling each other off; the boys were finishing Cindy, Michael concentrating on her breasts while Pete rubbed the tail of the towel between her spread legs. Both were concentrating more on flesh than on water, and Cindy was visibly sucking up the attention. Then it was time to move on to the boys; Cindy gave Pete's upper body a quick swipe, then knelt to detail his cock and balls. Pete waved his cock in front to her face confidently, anticipating a blow job. Cindy looked up at him, saying, "You've had sex before."

"Yes."

"Okay." There was a mixture of relief and disappointment in her voice -- relief that she wasn't 'ruining' him, no doubt, and disappointment that it wasn't his first time. She glanced over at Michael, but he was wiping himself down and grinning, so she took Michael's cock in hand, but concentrated on rubbing Pete's over her face. "I love these..." Michael stepped in and she gave him equal treatment. Then Pete groaned as her lips rolled over his glans.

I looked back at Ed; he was fisting his cock slowly, watching. "You okay with this?"

"Yeah." Ed grinned. "They're gonna fuck each other's brains out..."

"No doubt," I agreed.

"Good," he chuckled. "She needs a good fuck."

I smiled. Ed wouldn't be a problem. Amy knelt and turned him side-on to the screen with her hands on his hips and started licking the tip of his meat as it appeared and disappeared in his fist. Ed looked down and I could see him thinking about it, then he released his cock and Amy took it over, rolling her lips over it and jacking him. "Slow," he muttered, "I want her to beat me."

"Cool," Amy agreed, "I can watch." She backed off to jacking him slowly and lipping him occasionally while eyeing the screens.

Cindy was going back and forth between Pete and Michael, giving one a few seconds' attention, then shifting to the other. It was a good idea with young guys, because it allowed them to keep control of themselves -- but I was willing to bet that wasn't the reason she was doing it. Both boys were trying to give her breasts proper attention, but bending over interfered with her giving head. I watched them adopt this routine where the guy not being sucked nibbled a titty, but switchovers were complicated, so it didn't last. Michael knelt down next to Cindy and collected her left tit in his left hand and slid his hand under her ass to get at her twat from the rear and she went "MMPH!" around Pete's cock, then doubled her already serious efforts. That signaled things moving to a new level; Cindy took that for about thirty seconds before backing off Pete and climbing to her feet, panting, "I need one inside me!"

Michael waved at the couch, "How?"

"Doggie?" Cindy panted. Michael waved her over the couch arm and turned to Pete, "See if she can suck you while..." Pete nodded and climbed up on the cushions, presenting his cock while Michael rubbed his cock along Cindy's visibly puffy slit and pushed it in.

"Wow, total slut!" Ed chuckled, pretending surprise. Amy giggled.

"Lucky you," I chuckled.

"Yeah, lucky me," he mused, watching his wife take a hot young dick at both ends on the screen.

Michael took off aggressively, but I could tell that he wasn't just mindlessly pumping. He held Cindy pretty stable so she could work on Pete's cock -- but that didn't last long, because Cindy started driving herself back at him and Pete, well, had to wait. The reason was clear; Ed announced it first, recognizing the situation from experience: "She's getting ready to cum! Man, that's quick!"

He was right; Cindy got red in the face and went, "Oooh! Ahhh! Do it! Do it HAAARRD!! UH! UH! UH! UH!"

"Yep, that's a cum," Ed confirmed laconically. "She got off fast!"

"Yeah, well, excitement, new experiences -- you know," I apologized for her.

Ed waved it off. "I'm happy for her. It's good for me, too -- she'll want more for a while."

"Door's open for you, too," I pointed out. Ed nodded. "She isn't half bad for her age. It's good experience for the boys, too," I added.

"Yeah..." Ed mused. "I've always been partial to that ass..."

Seeing an opening, I teased, "Which one?"

Amy cackled. Ed gave me a 'deer in the headlights' look. "Uh, well, I was talking about Cindy's..."

"Yeah..." I left it -- but Ed got the point. I could see him thinking about it, too.

Cindy settled for a minute and Pete re-engaged her mouth -- but in a bit she started going "Mmph! Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!" and the quality went back down, you could tell. On the other hand, Michael had a good thing going and Cindy's ass dancing. When she went off the second time, it was too much for Michael, and he mashed himself against her, his balls dancing as he pumped juice into her. Cindy slumped and Pete whined, "What about me?"

"Hm?" Cindy blinked owlishly. Clearly, she'd popped a circuit breaker. "I need to change positions, but..."

"Okay," Pete replied, "Want to lie on the couch?"

"That would be nice." Cindy struggled up and circled to lie down on her back.

"Okay..." Pete climbed up, but wasn't sure how he was going to get to her. Cindy resolved the problem by pulling up her knees. "How's this?" she asked.

"Good..." Pete knelt up. "Are you ready?"

"Oh, yes, Honey -- I'm MORE than ready!" Cindy was now fully recovered and raring to go!

Pete pressed his cock home in Cindy and everyone gave out a sigh -- including the three of us. We didn't want Pete to come up short.

It wasn't an issue, though. The busted blow jobs had gotten Pete past any possibility of a premature ejaculation, leaving him cycling in Cindy's twat like a true pro. Since he was vertical and she was holding her knees, Pete had access to Cindy's nipples -- which clearly ramped things up for Cindy no end!

"Omigod! Omigod! You're incredible! I'd have never guessed! Pinch just a little... Oh! OH! I'm going to... AAAAUUUUGGH!" We had a couple of GREAT camera angles, one of which showed Cindy's stomach clenching clearly as she hit the big time yet again. Pete grinned from ear to ear and kept pumping and mauling her nipples.

Cindy lit off again twice over the next seven or eight minutes -- and after that third time, she seemed pretty much wall-eyed delirious. Ed announced, "Once she hits the peak a few times, she just overloads."

"Pete looks like he's finishing up, anyway," I opined. "I think it's time we paid a visit." Ed thought about it and shrugged and Amy grinned maliciously as I led them out of the office and into the TV room.

Our timing couldn't have been much better. When we came in, Pete's ass was clenching and his balls were jumping but he wasn't moving much -- and Cindy was throwing her head back and forth, glassy-eyed, moaning, "Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!" Up close, you could see her stomach muscles moving under her roll of mother-fat; I stuck my head down behind Pete's ass (he was too busy grunting and shooting to notice) and could see her pussy muscles clenching.

I came up beside Pete and put a hand on his shoulder, "Good shit?"

"Yeah!" he puffed.

"Well, there's plenty more where that came from." I stood there watching Cindy come back to Earth -- which made me the first person she saw when her eyeballs uncrossed.

"Cletus!" she gasped.

"Yep," I nodded, "It's me. I guess I'm every bit the pervert that you think I am -- maybe worse. Trouble is, you've got no room to talk, do you, Hon? Fourteen year old boys... Tsk, tsk, tsk..." I shifted my gaze. "What do you think, Ed?"

Cindy shifted her gaze to where Ed stood there, just above comfortable eye level and moaned, "Oh, Lord..." You could see her brain start running in circles at ninety miles an hour but there was flat nowhere to go. She licked her lips and threw herself on the mercy of the court, "Ed, I don't know what came over me, I..."

"If you stick your dick in her mouth you might get a word in edgewise," I advised.

Ed did just that; he stepped up and put his joint in her face and said, "Suck!" Cindy got wide-eyed, opened up, and started sucking his glans like a pacifier. "I know what came over you," he told her, "It was itchy pussy. You've been needing to have it scratched differently for a while now. We've been together for a long time and we both like sex, but it's the same old shit. That's why you got a bug up your ass about Cletus, here -- because you KNEW he was doing strange shit and you were jealous! Well, you got you some strange -- and it was good, wasn't it? Just nod your head. Don't lie about it, now -- I can read you like a book and I watched the whole thing. Nod your head and tell me you had a good time." Cindy nodded her head, big fat tears rolling over her nose. "Well, you know," Ed continued, "it didn't kill you -- and it didn't kill me, either -- but what's good for the goose is good for the gander, don't you think? Just nod..." Reluctantly, Cindy nodded. "I'm not sure where I'm gonna find a woman to handle it, but something will turn up..."

"Where do you want me, Ed?" Amy piped up, announcing herself for the first time. Cindy managed to get a look at Amy, recognizing her as the girl that had been giving Ed all the attention in the pool. It was just another humiliation.

"You don't have to, Darlin'," Ed muttered, surprised.

"I'd be thrilled to death!" Amy retorted. "In fact..." She whispered some in Ed's ear.

"Huh!" Ed muttered, "I'd have never thought of that..."

"She's inventive, is our Amy," I chuckled -- not that I had any idea what she was up to.

Eyeing me, she leaned back in and added something -- and Ed nodded. "Wife," he announced, "you owe our host for opening his home to us after you've been shitting on him -- and for fixing you up with some fresh dicks. Roll back up on your hands and knees."

"Ed, I..." Cindy sputtered.

"You've got nothing to say!" Ed cut her off. "You need to do what I tell you!"

You'd have thought he hit her between the eyes with a sledgehammer from the look on Cindy's face! She rolled up onto her hands and knees, though. Ed looked at me and said, "Cletus, pick a hole. After the workout her pussy's had, I'd recommend her ass."

"Does she like having her ass poked?" I asked.

"More than she cares to admit," Ed replied, waving a finger at Cindy when her mouth opened.

"Well, in that case..." I stepped forward and went to work on Cindy's ass. Oh, I didn't just poke her; instead, I played with her pussy with one hand while I played with her bung with first one, then two fingers of the other. Amy hunted down the lube in the end table to add to the mix. Cindy eyed me nervously over her shoulder until Amy gave her something else to worry about by crawling onto the couch facing the couch back right in front of her and ordering, "Give it to me, Ed!" Ed stepped up and rubbed his cock along Amy's crack; Amy said, "Do it!" and turned a significant glance on Cindy -- and Cindy found herself presented with Ed's cock, fresh from Amy's split!

"Suck it!" Ed directed, "Get it wet!"

"But, Ed!" Cindy protested.

"NOW!" Ed roared. I gave the two fingers I had in her ass a little twist and she went "Oomph!" as Ed's dick slid into her open mouth. He ran it in and out of her mouth a couple of times and pushed it into Amy's twat right under her nose. About that time, I pulled my fingers and replaced them with my cock. As I pumped in and out, working past the remaining resistance while Cindy gave out a series of whining grunts, I noticed the boys. "Hey, one of you work on Cindy's nipples and one of you take Amy's, okay?" Pete slid under Cindy and Michael crawled up next to Amy and we were all engaged...

Ed pumped away at Amy's plush pussy and I pumped Cindy's ass -- which got pretty accepting pretty quickly -- until Amy looked back over her shoulder and said, "Do it again." Ed backed out of Amy's pussy and presented his cock to Cindy, and Amy hissed, "Suck!" Cindy, who had reached a pretty malleable state, did so, and Amy crooned, "How do you like my juice? Do you like sucking it off your husband's cock?" Cindy gave this little quiver and any resistance she had went right out of her. Ed plugged himself back into Amy and stroked her and Amy cranked herself around to where she could whisper in Cindy's ear; I have no idea what she was saying, but from the look on her face, it was taunts. Ed fed Cindy Amy's pussy juice on his dipstick two more times and Cindy didn't even flinch -- and her ass even locked up on me twice, triggering my nut the second time! Cindy moaned and gasped and enjoyed Pete's and my attentions -- but she would go silent when Amy leaned over to whisper to her, so I can only figure that it was important to her. I actually unloaded in Cindy's ass before Ed finished in Amy; I'm pretty sure Amy got off twice. When Ed staggered back from dumping his load in Amy, she looked at us over her shoulder and purred, "Could you boys leave us girls alone for a bit?"

Ed shrugged and I waved and we got out of there. Ed headed for the bathroom and the boys headed outside -- but I went to my office to see what Amy was up to. When I saw it, I had to laugh; she had Cindy roll over and squatted over her face to push Ed's creampie into her mouth. Obviously, Amy had Cindy fully domesticated. I had to hand it to her for technique, too -- she had three fingers in Cindy's sloppy twat, making sure she got pleasure with her humiliation...

I met Ed in the hallway coming out of the bathroom, "Let's go outside."

"I'm starting to worry about this," Ed muttered.

"It'll be fine," I told him. "Amy is handling the backlash as we speak. She's absolutely amazing."

"I'm afraid she'll go too far..."

"I don't think so," I opined. "Cindy needs to be pulled out of her box. You had her corralled, Ed, and she wasn't happy. The easy thing was to blame it on everyone else -- especially anyone getting away with shit that she couldn't and that every repressed fuckwad she'd ever heard from told her should be off-limits. Well, she kicked over the corral fence today, big time, and got out and kicked up her heels -- but you and Amy and I were there, and we punished her. Now, she's gonna want to head for the corral and hide inside."

"Yeah," Ed nodded. "That seems kind of negative..."

"And that's what we're going to have to fix," I told him. "We want her to understand that she CAN live outside the corral -- but she needs to do it WITH YOU!"

"How are we gonna do that?" Ed asked.

"First, I'm gonna be the bad guy and show her that the fence has been repaired and she can't get back in. Then we make her understand that she just got punished, not because she ran off, but because she didn't get permission from YOU first!" I eyed him. "Implicit in this is the fact that you WOULD have given her permission -- or, at least, you'd have permitted her to do something a little less fractious..."

"Okay, I get it," Ed nodded.

"Basically, we're gonna put it to her that she has needs that she's been hiding from the love of her life. I know, we're kicking her while she's down, but it's a control thing; frankly, watching Amy work her over, I have to figure she would be happier if you were in control -- at least in the bedroom."

"She's got habits..."

"Right. But we can change her perception of what she's been doing," I told him.

"How?"

"She thinks she's in charge of this and that and basically everything else, right?" I prompted. "Well, what if we present it to her that she runs these things AS YOUR AGENT and really only calls you in for things that she CAN'T do and needs your help for?"

Ed chuckled. "Like taking out the garbage?"

"It's easier for a big, strong guy to do it..." I cocked my head, grinning. "Simultaneously, we put it to her that she's been screwing up some -- abusing her role, since she's supposed to be shielding you from the mundane so you can handle higher priority matters."

"Will this shit work?"

"Well, I need to pull in Amy and make sure she hasn't pushed things in a different direction, but the better we have her pinned to the mat, the more receptive she'll be. Last, but not least, you have to SHOW her that she can live outside the corral -- by sharing her with someone."

"Who?"

"A man, certainly -- or a boy, at least. Right now, I think your only safe choices are me and the boys, just because we're the only ones on the inside. This needs to be a romantic thing, if possible; she needs to go to sleep tonight cuddled up to you but topped up with someone else's semen."

"That, uh, brings up something," Ed glanced around, "something you said about the boys."

I didn't pussyfoot around. "Ed, we're out there some, here. I'm bisexual -- if you'd like, we can go somewhere and I'll prove it. The boys have been introduced to some of the mysteries -- either one of them will suck a dick if approached properly -- which, by the way, should be straight-up, not by beating around the bush. We're fuck-buddies. Neither of them has had his ass opened up, but at least one is interested. The flip side, of course, is the girls don't know -- and with the exception of Amy, they can be unpredictable. What do you think Cindy's opinion is?"

Ed shrugged. "Dunno. I think she's been spouting the company line."

"She might think it's hot -- it's a risk, but you might use that revelation at some point, approaching it as something you couldn't get into because you knew she was keeping secrets and since you didn't have an open dialog, you couldn't judge the effect on your relationship if you played with guys occasionally."

"Something to think about," Ed muttered. "It's been a long time. I might not be into it any more."

"The fact that you're interested at all says something," I pointed out. "What all have you done?"

"Just about everything, when I was a kid -- with other kids. You know, high school age exploration," he admitted.

I nodded. "It happens a lot. It pretty much died down, then, after you discovered girls?"

"Well, it was more of a case on not wanting Cindy to catch me after I put my thumb on her that time," Ed muttered.

"Ah. So, you've been paying, too."

"Yeah. It was a mistake. But I didn't know it for a long time."

"Okay," I mused. "You don't want her to catch you. If you want this, you need to get it out in the open before her eyeballs take it in. And we'll need to spin-doctor it the way I described."

"I don't know if I want to go that far."

"It's your decision," I told him, "but you need to MAKE it, because it'll be harder to deal with, later."

"Okay."

We headed on down to the pool; Jean captured me first. "So?"

"So, the dirty deed is done. Our two young male hookers led her right into the arms of law enforcement," I told her.

"Now what?"

"Well, we have to book her and let her spend a night in jail and threaten to put her on the evening news -- then we get her a plea bargain and forget about it."

"Sorry?"

"Ed rubbed her nose in the fact that she's been caught, but we haven't totally stomped her yet. We're gonna do that, then tell her all is forgiven and welcome to the family, basically. Her big complaint with what we're doing is that she could only watch..." I eyed Jean significantly, making a clear comparison.

"Do you HAVE to be such a bastard?" Jean whined.

"You're not totally domesticated yet," I reminded her. "I have to rub it in occasionally."

"Yeah, yeah. Fine," Jean grunted. "Do we need to participate in the tarring and feathering?"

"She needs to know that you know -- but we have plenty of available gloaters."

"Good."

"Yeah, I know," I grunted, "you're disgusted. Talk to Amy, though -- we've actually done poor Cindy a big favor. In some ways it's a tough love situation."

"I don't think I trust Amy."

"Wait a week and see what Cindy says, then."

She nodded thoughtfully and moved off. Kate waited until she was clear and came over to ask her own questions -- probably because she didn't want the situation report filtered through Jean's prejudices. "So how did it go?"

"I'm sure you could tell she took the bait," I replied. "Now we're gonna bounce her off the concrete a couple of times before we cuddle her so she knows she's well off. From her reactions, we may have found an occasional occupant for that second kennel."

Kate shook her head. "The majority of women can't be like that."

"Permanently? I agree with you," I replied, nodding, "but if you strip away everything above the basics -- all the crap inculcated by environment -- a significant percentage will revert to patterns that led to their survival these hundreds of thousands -- if not millions -- of years. And if you KEEP them at that level, they'll stabilize and learn to like it -- that's white slavery in a nutshell. We won't be trying to do that with Cindy, but we want her to hit bottom for a bit in order to reorient her -- sort of like Army or Marine Corps Basic Training. We want to strip away her misconceptions and rebuild her somewhat, so she appreciates sex -- and Ed -- more. And she DOES have a submissive streak -- a lot of bossy women do -- so we have something to work with."

Kate cocked her head. "Did you major in Psych in college or something?"

"It's a gift," I grinned. "I need to go back in and prepare for the next act."

"Okay." Kate moved off and I headed back up the ladder. Ed moved to follow, so I waited until he got to the ladder.

"Why don't you stand by for a bit?" I suggested. "Be close -- in the kitchen, maybe -- and I'll call for you or send Amy. We're going to lower the boom now -- and while it'll be good for you to be there at some point, we should probably start out without you."

"Okay." Ed nodded and followed me back inside.

Amy was in the kitchen. "So, what's going on?" I asked.

"I left her to soak," Amy replied.

"We don't want her to do that for too long," I opined, "she's gonna need a second rinse. What have you been doing?"

"Busting her for being a slut and sucking the first dick that paraded under her nose," Amy replied. "Taunting her with how her old man got revenge on her. Telling her she's a slut for any dick that waves under her nose, and since we know it now, she might as well get used to it."

"Okay," I explained, "we need to change course a bit. We need to let her see herself in an orange jumpsuit with her tongue in some butch's twat and a dildo up her ass, then we need to shift things so she realizes that despite this the primary reason she's in the crapper is that she didn't get permission from Ed for her little fling. Can we do that? You didn't tell her you were her replacement, did you?"

"Well, I hinted that it could happen, of course, but we can play with why."

"Okay. Give me a couple of minutes." I went into my office and created a CD that showed everything from when they hit the TV room door to Pete injecting her with cum. Then I collected Amy and went into the TV room.

Cindy was sitting on the couch with her head in her hands. "So, Cindy," I said jovially, "Has your opinion of me changed? Am I still a guy you need to talk to the cops about?" I went over to the entertainment center and mounted the CD and fired it off. "I mean, all kinds of illegal and immoral stuff happens here, right?"

"Well, uh..." The screen on my fifty-six inch TV lit to her asking Pete if he'd had sex before and clearly being disappointed at the affirmative answer. "Oh, shit..."

I let her watch herself sucking two teenage cocks like they were ambrosia, waiting until she bent over the couch arm for Michael to put it to her, then said, "Yeah, I think maybe we should have the cops over. There are some real perverts around here. Child molesters are BIG on the hit list of prosecutors looking for re-election. Evidence like this --- well, it's downright damning..."

"Oh, God..." Cindy buried her face in her hands.

"Man!" Amy exclaimed, "That women in prison stuff is HARSH! If they find out you're a molester, your tongue will be everybody's party place. They'll probably spread your ass with a baseball bat! And from what I've seen, you can't even THINK about being tough enough to be on the top of the batting order -- you're gonna be somebody's toilet! And you can FORGET about getting help from the guards -- you'll probably have more to worry about from THEM!"

"Please..." Cindy muttered brokenly.

I waved it off. "Stuff like this is peccadillo around here, Cindy. Sure, this little video can get you thrown under the jail, but it isn't your REAL problem. Your REAL problem is that you toddled off with the boys and fucked over Ed without a thought!" I waved a finger, "That's very naughty..."

"I know..." Cindy choked out. "Please don't show him this!"

"Too late, Hon -- he's seen it all," I replied. "He's not pissed about the boys, but he's REAL UNHAPPY that you didn't ask him first! Here you've been pretending all this time to be as pure as the driven snow -- can you imagine the fun you've both missed because you wouldn't tell the love of your life that you enjoy a little strange dick occasionally? You've damaged your marriage, here..."

"He wouldn't understand," Cindy said dully. "I'm not sure I do."

Ed stuck his head around the door, "Are you sure about that?" I was pleased that he didn't quite follow instructions -- it was good timing...

"Oh, Ed, I'm SO sorry!" Cindy staggered up and ran to drop to her knees and hug herself to him. "I don't know what came over me!"

"I do," Ed replied quietly. "It was the urge for a little strange. You've had it for a while, but you wouldn't talk to me about it, so we were stuck, because I couldn't be ABSOLUTELY sure that you didn't believe the moralistic crap you were spouting."

"You're okay with it? Then why...?"

"Well, I WOULD have been if you had just come clean and asked me! I got mad about that! I was expecting you to end up with Cletus somewhere, hopefully after a little guarded conversation -- but instead you went right off with a couple of boys!" He shook his head. "Why didn't you just TELL me you had it so bad?"

"I... I... Before..." Cindy sputtered.

"Back when we were going together? Before we were married and lived together for a couple of decades? Those were different circumstances, Honey -- I didn't have any grip on you and it looked then like maybe I wasn't going to!" Ed replied.

I thought, 'Sweet! He thought about how to handle this!'

"I thought you wouldn't understand," Cindy husked.

"And all this time, you never even approached the subject!" Ed pressed. "After all this time, don't you trust me? We need to talk! Is this how you're going to be?"

That sounded like a cue to me; I waved at Amy and we left them there like that.

I gathered the family and made the report, "Cindy and Ed are full members of the family. They're working out the aftermath in there, but Cindy should be pretty tractable when they're finished. If things go according to plan, somebody is going to get asked to share their bed later tonight -- but I don't know who, so sleeping arrangements are going to be flexible. If it happens, it's going to be a friendly thing -- you won't be there to punish her, but as an invited guest, so show Ed in particular the proper respect. Let's go on about our business for a while and give them some time." So we paddled around and gathered in small groups to shoot the shit in the pool. I inserted myself into the boys' gab session at one point and asked, "Well, how was it?"

"Good!" Michael grinned. Pete nodded agreement.

"Felt the power, didn't you?" I chuckled. "You guys were something -- I've never seen a woman taken down the way she was!"

Michael shrugged. "It just happened. It was too easy. I know it won't be that easy again."

"It may be with her," I replied, "because the walls are down. But that was valuable experience for girls your age, too -- you'd be surprised how far confidence will get you."

"Is Ed mad?" Pete asked.

"Not at all," I assured him. "Ed was in on the whole thing from the start. It'll be fine." I paused. "By the way, Ed's a possible fuck-buddy -- just so you know."

"What's 'possible'?" Michael asked.

"I mean he'll play if you find that you want to. If he approaches you, it's because I told him you COULD be approached -- not because he's a perv." Michael gave me a look that said I'd invaded his privacy, so I added, "There's nothing that says you have to do anything with him, any more than there is that you have to do anything with anyone else. I was just leveling the playing field. He's as nervous about the whole thing as you are."

"Well, okay." Michael didn't have to like it.

I moved on to Amy. "Which of your parents is a Dom?"

Amy grinned. "Neither. It's a gift."

"How come you haven't used it on Heather?" I asked.

"I need a friend," Amy replied, "I can get someone to lick my pussy any time." She grinned and pushed off.