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A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content. Then
again, if all you’re looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you should probably read something else. I welcome constructive comments. Enjoy.
Thursday
Shit! I’m supposed to pick up Dasha! I sat up and rolled out of bed, turning to see what time it was -- and got incredibly dizzy and fell to my hands and knees. I think Kiki helped move me to sitting on my ass -- she was in front of me holding my shoulders..
I was still wobbly, but... “I have to get Dasha from the airport,” I told her, unsure of how much she understood. I started moving to all four’s again.
She pushed me back, then sat in my lap. “You stay -- Julya already go,” she told me, shaking her head, ending the conversation by cradling my head between her breasts.
I sighed, closing my eyes again. Okay, no need to rush. Still don’t know what time it is.
Silly person -- it’s time to hold and appreciate the wonderful woman sitting in your lap!
I pulled one of the furs down and wrapped it around us, rubbing her back with it as we kissed. That helped. “Shower with me?” I asked.
She smiled, nodded, and said, “Yes!”
The skin on my face still felt tingly and tight. My legs still felt a little wobbly. Kiki approved of my Neutrogena body wash, and scrubbed my back with a washcloth. I helped work up a good lather between us... I was a big help as we dried, too. She sat me down and combed out my hair; she combed and brushed out hers.
Something irresistible to me about women fresh from the shower... I took her to the bed, putting her on her back and kneeling at the side of the bed, pulling her legs over my shoulders. So tasty!
I looked up to see her caressing herself with the fox throw, aglow with carnal pleasure. I was still recovering, but I didn’t mind. I joined her on the bed for a while, relaxing in her arms.
We put on the simple white robes and headed downstairs. She heated up a cup of coffee in the microwave while I did toast.
I was getting the grape jam from the fridge when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned, putting the jam on the counter, and stepped into her arms, sharing a kiss.
“You are feeling better,” she told me with a big smile, leaning back, still hip to hip.
I ran my hands over her back and down to her bottom. “Yes, thank you.”
After our toast, I had an idea. “Maybe you can help?” I asked her.
She perked up. “Yes? I would like to help.”
We went upstairs to the closet. I pulled out the cheat sheet with the Cyrillic on it. There was a diagram on the back side, almost a floor plan. I got a blank piece of paper stolen from one of the printers in the office. “Can you translate?” I asked, handing her a mechanical pencil.
She nodded, “Yes, is easy.”
Damn -- easy but troubling. I’d expected it to be a list of Ethernet ports. But we didn’t have ports in the hall downstairs, or at the top of the stairs... The list on the flip side better matched Ethernet ports.
Time to take apart the mystery box... I took out the screws holding it into the rack and slid it forward. Hah -- secure torx! I’d seen a set of bits in one of the buckets. Two in the front and two in the back that took some reaching, but the cover came off, and whoever set it up left long enough service loops in the cables so I was able to pull it most of the way out of the rack, leaving it balanced hanging out the front of the rack.
Jetway motherboard with an Intel Atom processor, two and a half inch hard disk, four Ethernet ports with three in use, and a very pretty board hooked to a pair of USB ports, with multiple connectors and our small mystery cables. Too much circuitry for just a hub. Hub plus mux? Switchable? Each of the mystery connectors was four pin, so these were USB devices? Pico PSU with funky charging - switching board connected to what looked like a lithium battery and a simple AC supply.
Disconnected my vampire tap from the USB cable feeding the cable modem and pushed the probes on to one of the connectors, the third one from the left.
Hand on my shoulder. Kiki was holding the top cover, which had a piece of paper taped to the inside. “Should I translate this?” she asked.
One block looked like my mystery board. “Yes, please!”
Hooked my vampire tap up to my laptop. The little LEDs on the vampire tap were blinking steadily -- a datastream. I went with my rapidly souring gut and threw the datastream at Quicktime.
“Oh fuck,” I muttered to an image of the kitchen as seen from the ceiling on the screen.
“Done,” Kiki told me, leaning into me and kissing my shoulder.
I gave her a hug before I looked at what she’d done. Yeah, another list of rooms, including top of the stairs and downstairs hall... Damn. Kitchen was third on the list, third connector from the left.
“Kiki, I would like you to go to the den, next door, just go in the room, sit down, and talk or sing for me please?” I requested.
She gave me a strange look. “Go to next room,” she pointed, “sit and talk, or sing?” she asked.
“Yes, please -- I will be there in a few minutes.”
She smiled. We kissed again. She headed to the den.
Cursing under my breath, I moved the taps over to what should be the proper connector. Damn - the camera had to be right over the tuffet! Watched Kiki walked around some. I turned up the volume on my laptop. Didn’t have to turn it up very far and I could hear her quite clearly. Damn! She picked up a fur throw from the couch and moved to the tuffet, leaning back, pulling her robe open and pleasuring herself with the fur as she moaned and spoke.
The fucking house was wired for video and sound!
Not for long. There was a six inch wire between the Pico PSU plugged into the motherboard and the power switching board. I popped the connector at the Pico PSU. The green LED on the motherboard went out. The video and sound on my laptop went away. I shook my head and sighed.
I had to chuckle -- Lamb just might be right about those pictures, and I just might be in them! “Fucking A,” I announced to nobody in particular.
I went to the den, as I’d said I would. Kiki turned on the tuffet, holding her arms out open to me.
Into the arms of a warm, soft woman... Kissing, feeling, teasing her with furs as she did the same to me. Stroking her lower abdomen and mons with fur had quite the effect on her. I managed to run a bare finger up her slit to add to her pleasure.
I’m not sure what she did, but between the furs, her body, hands, and mouth, she managed to get the blood away from my brain and down to my cock where it could do some good. I was on the central section of the tuffet; she moved on top of me, sliding her legs between the cushion sections, which really let her ride me. I managed to grab a pillow and push it up against the fur so as she rode, she was pushing herself into that soft, dense fur as well.
Eyes closed, holding my shoulders, she breathed deep and moaned as she moved. She settled into one motion that was definitely going to do it... I held her waist, pulling her closer, tilting my hips up more and opening my legs a little more to better hit the spot. I tried to give her a warning moan; it was all over for me. Now she looked triumphant and with another swirl of her hips started shuddering around me. Her vocalizations shifted to deep sighs as her hips slowed. She opened her eyes and leaned down for a long, deep kiss. We started to slip apart and she snagged one of the robes. I leaned in closer to take a nipple. But as I did I felt her wince and move back a bit. I know... As she moved more, I spread one of the throws between us and snuggled in. She sighed, murmuring something, and held me. That worked very nicely.
Moving, holding her, both of us sighing, kissing again. Such a wonderful glow and smile!
“I’m sorry,” I told her.
She gave me a questioning look. “Sorry for what?”
I nuzzled a breast through the fur. “For making you sore.”
She sighed and wrapped her arms around me. “A very good sore!” she rumbled.
We managed to get up. I looked at the ceiling. Smoke detector; right. There was a ladder in the garage that should work. “I need to get dressed,” I told her.
She pouted!
I laughed and held her. “Not for long though. We could have lunch, and a nap. I wonder where the sisters are?”
“Julya and Dasha had a meeting?” Kiki offered.
That reminded me... “I have some work to do.”
“I could make lunch?” she offered.
“Yes, that would be good.”
She gave me a kiss on the nose, picked up the robes, and left the den.
I went back to the closet, naked. I remembered a lesson from early in my career -- lab work naked is dicey, especially if you’re soldering... Oh hell, I needed my pants anyway -- that’s where Rudy’s card was. I went to the bedroom and got dressed, pausing briefly to bury my head in those soft, alluring furs. Better when shared...
Went back to my laptop. Went to quit Quicktime, and it wanted to know if I wanted to save my movie! Sure! Call it kiki, and leave it on the desktop.
I dropped a note to Rudy so he would have my e-mail address, and asked him to set up a meeting for me with one of their switch-mode power supply folks. I had a design issue in the 150-200 watt range I wanted to explore. That done, I headed for the garage and the ladder.
Took a look at the “smoke detector” in the hallway downstairs. Sealed, so I twisted it off its mounting clips. One very smoke-detector like red wire, and a small silver-gray one, just like the ones going into the snoop box upstairs. Gave the business end a good look with my high intensity LED light. Yeah, it had started out as a smoke detector, but someone added a little bit, a circular bit with a small lens, camera-phone sized, and a hole that would be good for an electret microphone.
I put the sucker back up on its clip. The smoke detector part we could live with. The other part I’ve got powered down. I headed down from the ladder.
“Oh no, no!” called Kiki, stepping into the hallway. “No ladders for you! You are still recovering!” She grabbed me and pulled me to the kitchen.
“Then you will have to watch me very closely this afternoon,” I told her.
She smiled and nodded. “Very close!” she agreed.
We had a nice lunch, cleaned up, and went upstairs again. We sat in the den. I tried the TV, but still didn’t like the motion; guess I was still recovering. Music was good, and we ended up on the tuffet wrapped in furs, her head on my shoulder. That’s how we started our nap. When I woke, I was in her arms, wrapped in furs and her arms, listening to her heart.
Thought I heard a car in the driveway? Kiki was up and out the door in a flash, grabbing her robe.
I swung around to get up, whacking a shin on the bottom of the coffee table as I did. I cursed, and as I reached for my injured shin, I noticed something like a drawer sticking out of the bottom of the coffee table? I pulled it out.
“My oh my,” I said, reaching for it. I stopped. Do I want my fingerprints on this just yet?
I was looking at a shortened Benelli tactical shotgun, perhaps the best semi-auto shotgun in the world. Doesn’t everyone have one in a secret compartment of their coffee table? Folding stock with the speedgrip, and the extension tube for shells stuck out a little past the choke. Even had the little glowing green ghost sights. I wonder -- target loads, or deer slugs?
I pushed the drawer closed, feeling it latch with a click, and got dressed quickly.
I was going for my shoes when the ladies came up the stairs.
Dasha saw me and charged, that’s the only way to describe it. She charged with a big smile and open arms, taking me to my back to the tuffet. She felt great, smelled great. We kissed, deeply, but only for a moment, as she looked up and shouted something at the others, then grabbed me again.
After a few minutes of kissing and feeling, she sat up on me, smiling wildly. She pulled off her top and bra and grabbed the fur throw that had fallen to one side of the tuffet. Draping it around her, she leaned down again with a lusty sigh, sliding a hand behind my head. She snuggled us together with me on a nipple, wrapping us in fur. Big sighs from both of us. She held me, squeezed me, and had me in another world.
“I missed you,” she whispered, squeezing me to her.
We got up, at least sat up. In her hurry, she’d popped a button off her top.
“What was the yelling about?” I asked.
She gave me a questioning look.
“When we kissed -- you sat up and yelled something.”
She chortled and held me close, whispering, “I taste another woman on you -- I told her she was very lucky, and not to get used to it!”
Sitting back a bit, she combed my hair with her fingers. “Such a handsome man!” She chortled again. “Did you enjoy the salon?”
“I think they enjoyed the saddle more.”
She nodded. “We pick up tomorrow. You will be able to drive by then?” She looked concerned.
I nodded. “I expect so. I feel much better.”
She smiled and sighed, running her hands over me, and putting mine on her breasts. “You feel very nice, darling.”
I pulled her back to the tuffet, listening to heartbeat once again. She sighed and held me.
We got up. “I missed you,” I told her.
She sighed. “Show me this new computer?”
I nodded and started downstairs, holding her hand. I swung by the kitchen to get a can of soda from the fridge; Dasha grabbed one as well.
“Did Julya tell you of the rats I found?” I asked her as we went into the office.
She nodded with an upset look. “Yes. I am glad they are gone, but...”
I nodded. “You should assume everything you have done or said in this house is known to others.”
She nodded, then stopped, frowning with her head turned to the side a little. “This is not what Julya sister said. You are usually most exact with words -- please explain.”
I pointed to the smoke detector in the middle of the ceiling.
She looked at it and frowned more. “This is true?”
I took her hand, picking up my can in the other, and took her upstairs to the closet. Woke up my laptop and double-clicked on the movie file. It opened, paused, on the kitchen. I don’t think the words she used were friendly... I clicked play and the image shifted to the den, watching and hearing Kiki. I stopped playback after a few seconds of her on the tuffet when Dasha started laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
She shook her head, and grabbed me for a kiss. “Is good you do not understand us some times, darling,” she told me.
I gestured to the open 1U rack box hanging out of the rack. “I disabled all that. I only found it this afternoon, so Julya does not know about this part yet.”
Dasha sighed, shaking her head. She looked at me and smirked. “I hope we made them very jealous...”
I managed a smile. “You heard the sound -- the microphones are surprisingly good.”
She nodded. “Ah, this explains much -- the computers, and then this.”
“No longer operating,” I reinforced.
She picked up her drink and took a sip. We headed to the office again.
She seemed distracted initially, but quickly focused on the new computer. She liked the trackpad, and thought it was much faster. Some things will take time to get used to.
Out the window, we saw Julya drive in, Kiki in the car with her. I hadn’t heard them leave.
Got her started with e-mail; she had some catching up to do.
I was sitting half zoned out, not paying attention. Julya came in and sat in my lap, pulling my head between her breasts and holding me. I held her. That didn’t help my mental focus, or lack thereof. She and Dasha spoke.
A sudden shifting of weight in my lap; Julya’s tone of voice changed, and the way she was holding me changed as well. I think someone has learned of new rats.
She sighed, moving me more and kissed the top of my head. She moved back some. I managed to open my eyes and look at her.
She sighed again, her smile reappearing, if only for a moment. “Show me, please?” she asked.
I nodded. She got out of my lap.
I pointed to the smoke detector. “It is a smoke detector, but many of them also have a camera and a microphone. I found out this afternoon. All of them are turned off, disconnected.”
“Can they be turned back on?” Julya asked.
“Not from the outside -- only be replacing a wire in a box upstairs,” I replied, and took her hand, leading her upstairs.
In the closet, I restarted the movie. Julya watched it to the end, putting an arm around me.
“What did she say?” I asked, “Dasha wouldn’t tell me.”
Julya looked at me, smiling a bit. “She said her nipples were sore and she wanted you, especially your head between her legs. I think we keep you locked up just for us.” She held me close.
“Where were you this morning?” I asked as we held each other. “I was getting worried.”
She sighed and separated, shaking her head. “We had meeting about rats, many rats.” Another sigh. “We did not know about this,” she pointed to my laptop. “It does not change anything,” she said with a firm frown.
A nod and another sigh. “Tomorrow morning we go back to salon, for Dasha sister and me, also taking Kiki back.” She smirked, “unless you would like her to stay?”
I stroked the sides of her breasts. “I thought you were going to keep me locked up just for you and Dasha sister?”
She smiled, nodding. “We think so... Rasha would like you to check her computers. You can do this? You will be able to drive us back? Or should we ask Kiki?”
“Petra?” I suggested.
That got a low laugh. “Maybe later, if you are very good to us, darling... But you will be able to drive?”
I nodded. “If I can get a good night’s sleep,” I tried to suppress my own smirk.
She gave me a serious look. “Mmmm... That may be difficult, darling...” She laughed and hugged me again. “Dasha sister missed you.”
She turned serious again and gestured to the rack. “Show me and explain?”
I took her closer to the rack and explained things at a high level. The one board was a kind of switch, with each of the silver-gray wires running to a camera and microphone. That went to the computer board. The computer board also was set up to listen to the old office computers; that had been disconnected days ago. It sent its information out on the internet; I didn’t know where. I disconnected the power in two places.
I told her Kiki had not seen the video, and didn’t know about the cameras; she had translated things for me. I was surprised there were two more bedrooms upstairs; I’d never gone into them.
Julya snorted a laugh and took me by the hand. We stuck our heads in one; a small bedroom that looked depressingly normal. The one across the hall was a little larger, also normal. She pulled me into the room, closing the door and pushing me to my back on the bed, climbing on top of me. I held her on top of me as we kissed.
She moved up to tease me with her breasts, so confined and so far away under all those clothes. “Who would you like tonight, darling?” she whispered, squeezing and smothering me to her.
I pulled her closer. “I want to go to sleep holding a wonderful warm woman, listening to the sweet soothing music of her heart.”
She replied, “Mmmm...” and held me deliciously.
But we got up a few minutes later. With hugs and sighs, she headed downstairs again.
I wandered back to the closet. That 1U rat was still hanging out of the rack. I looked at the disconnected cable. I had a bad idea, a very, very bad idea... I laughed to myself and looked for a suitable tool. Found a pair of reasonably fine tipped tweezers. Pulled a different power connector and replaced the one I’d pulled. Spent a few minutes popping out pins from the cable I’d pulled and rearranging them. I put a cable tag with “BRIAN!” written on it on the cable, leaving the end for the motherboard deliberately unplugged. I put the cover back on the rat, put in one of the secure Torx screws, then took it out again. Dug through the buckets until I found the thread sealer, and then replaced the secure Torx screws using sealer on each. Slid the rat back into the rack and used thread sealer on the rack mount screws as well. Not going to make it easy!
Back at the old salt mines, Brian had been a marketing geek who thought he was a genius in the lab. He was the only one who had that opinion. He tried to fire up a prototype for a project and succeeded... Somehow, he was sure that just like with batteries, you hooked plus to minus and minus to plus... When the lab supply you are using is capable of delivering fifty amps at five volts, the thing you just connected backwards is indeed going to fire up... The miswiring I’d done in his memory would destroy the rat’s motherboard if it wasn’t caught first. So sad!
I sat with Dasha and Kiki downstairs in the kitchen while they worked on dinner. I drank Gatorade; they drank wine. Julya was out on the back porch, talking on her phone, walking back and forth and gesturing in a manner that gave me the impression she wasn’t discussing the delivery of roses...
But she came back into the house when called wearing a smile, a fierce, forced smile. Olympic biathlon? Do not piss this woman off! Then again, I’d done quite well the last time I’d shot clays. Big sigh -- off the fantail of a cruise ship, which must have been five years ago? Bastards... I should show them the shotgun. Should I have someone, such as Leo, run the serial number? Not quite yet.
We had a nice dinner, and even some conversation. I told them about my visit to the office, and that I seemed to have the beginnings of a day job again. Even got the duck call and gave them an impromptu dance, which practically had them rolling on the floor.
It was Dasha who mentioned how happy I was when I did my silly dance... Yep, it will be good to get back to a larger tribe, at least for a while.
We talked schedules. I was going to go in on Monday, trying to make some appointments -- on redesigning the power supply for the Saddle. Everyone liked that idea! I would probably go in two or three days a week; have to see how things worked out.
Julya said they would probably have meetings on Monday as well, so that would be good. Her jaw was firm when she told us that; I wasn’t going to ask the subject of those meetings.
Dasha wanted to spend some time with her new computer, which she thought was much faster, and very pretty. Then early to bed to hold me, so I could get the rest I needed...
I nodded and told them I would pack up for checking computers and such tomorrow. Julya tight lipped again; she had spoken to Rasha, and Rasha was nervous.
Dasha and Kiki cleaned up the kitchen; Julya’s phone rang and she went outside again. I went upstairs to prep for tomorrow. I rejiggered router tables a bit to give me access to the laser printer downstairs and printed off copies of the forms I used for pen testing and security audits. Even printed off a set and went through them for where I was... Packing things up, decided to take the spectrum analyzer and the NLJ box with me as well. Even had a few business cards in my wallet left over from when we did security work.
Just about done when Dasha came in wearing a simple robe, hair still damp. “I need you to hold me,” she said, wrapping her arms around me. I held her, holding her damp head to my shoulder.
Back to her bedroom, I cleaned up fairly quickly. In bed, I started to go down on her, but she pulled me up to a nipple. We wrapped around each other and settled in. She rocked me to sleep in her arms.
We made gentle love in the middle of the night, holding each other again. In the morning we woke to the alarm clock. She held me for a while before we got up.
Cleaning up, dressing, loading the car, and we were on the road again, taking the larger Mercedes once again. I could look out the window! I was sitting in the back with Dasha, Kiki up front in the passenger seat and Julya driving. “A good night’s sleep does wonders,” I told Dasha, squeezing her hand. She smiled, but still seemed uneasy.
Everyone seemed freaked out to some degree or another. Rasha was smiling, but it seemed forced. The ladies went one direction; she left me with one of the office girls. Looking around, the desktop machines had wired Ethernet. I asked her if there was a collection of network equipment somewhere; I should start with that. Yes, and she led me back to an equipment closet.
Telecom, security, and the computer gear -- a cable modem feeding an eight port router/switch.
Okay... I did the start of a network diagram. The gal took me back to Rasha’s office. I set up on an empty side table, getting out my laptop and the forms I’d printed out. Someone brought me a hot cup of tea which was very nice. I’d updated my forms with the info I had, and done air scans using my laptop and the spectrum analyzer. Some local Bluetooth, Wi-Fi from the neighbors, no Wi-Fi that felt really close. Turned off my iPhone to make life easier. Yeah, some of the Bluetooth hoppers were phones. Another hopper in there that felt like a mouse; put a question mark on that one.
Four of eight wired ports in use. A tour of the place identified the four wired connections; three desktop systems in the business office and in Rasha’s office. With Rasha’s assistance, verified that her system was up to date with patches and AV. Booted a live CD and did a disk scan which came up clean. I explained to her that this was good news; my up-to-date tools had not found anything. Repeated those steps with the other office systems, also repeating the results.
During that process, Rasha left and was replaced by her XO. She was very good -- she explained that nobody could bring in laptops or other devices, and nothing could be connected to the network. That is also why they did not have wireless.
She also insisted on taking me back and having Kiki check my blood pressure. That was fine.
They also wanted to touch up my hair. Why I needed to be naked for that I wasn’t sure, but ended up with Kiki giving me a thorough checkup, riding me quite nicely as she tried to smother me.
Dressed and enjoying another cup of tea with Rasha and her XO, they asked about the box running the saddle; I had made it?
Yes, and I was looking to design another one which would be smaller and less expensive; I designed the one they were using to run a piece of scientific equipment a few years ago.
Rasha showed me some printouts from the manufacturer’s website, showing that model and another, newer one. The newer one had a kind of reclining bench with the business part enclosing your pelvis at one end. I looked over the printed information. The XO asked what I was looking for; I told her I was looking for information on how much power it used, both peak power and average. She took some notes on her everpresent notepad and told me she would find out. Did I have any other questions?
I didn’t understand the whole interest in the saddle, other than of course...
Polite chuckling, and the XO explained. The work they did on their clients, such as the work they had done on my face, cleaning and removing dead skin, could cause discomfort, if not pain. This work could be done easier and more efficiently when their clients were not conscious. Initially they’d used a drug in a cup of hot tea, but there were too many potential variables and complications with that. They had settled on giving the client a full body massage, ending with putting an initial cleansing product on the face, then bringing the client to orgasm with a mask supplying gaseous anesthesia held to their face. This worked very well, but was time consuming, taking three quarters of an hour or so, as their massage people insisted on giving a good and thorough massage.
Well good for them! I hadn’t had a good massage in quite a while! But I still didn’t understand why the saddle?
The XO smiled and explained that with the saddle, they could give clients incredible orgasms and have them very happily unconscious in a few minutes. It was a matter of saving time.
That and not getting too many objections to the saddle...
No, none yet -- and this newer model, having the client already in a reclining position would make them easier to handle.
I understood now. I would appreciate information on power consumption of this newer model; that would help with my design work.
Rasha laughed a bit. She had already spoken on the phone with a representative of the company, who initially did not believe the device could be made to work in North America. She told them that a distinguished scientist had made it work, and she would send them a video to prove it, or they could come out and see for themselves!
I laughed with them. She could give them my e-mail address if she wished, and I could converse directly on technical matters. Rasha thought that Julya especially wanted to keep me hidden away, as this could be good business. I understood.
The XO had ducked out for a moment. She returned and told me she was sorry, but they didn’t have time to give me a good massage today, especially since Dasha and Julya would be ready to go shortly; when I returned in two weeks, it would be all arranged.
I thanked them both. I was surprised when I looked in the mirror -- they had done a very good job. If they could do this to me, what could they do with someone who was good looking to start with!
They laughed with me and tried to convince me that I was a good looking man. We reviewed my work on their computers once more as I packed up my gear. I reminded them once again to use Chrome or Firefox as much as possible for the Web, only using Explorer when they absolutely had to.
Dasha and Julya were indeed ready a short while later. Both looked beautiful, and I told them so. Everyone claimed I was biased...
They’d decided to leave the saddle with Rasha. Julya growled that they had me...
I sighed and shook my head, reminding them that the saddle could run for hours, and, I shrugged my shoulders, I was just a man.
Both Julya and Dasha hugged me, Dasha reminding everyone that I could snuggle for hours and hold them so well.
More hugs and we loaded into the Mercedes for the ride home. Both of them sat in the back seat, thinking it quite the right thing to do. They asked how my morning had gone. Well, I replied, which elicited much laughter and the remark that Kiki thought so as well... I let them know I’d found nothing on the computers, and the setup seemed about as secure as you could make it without going through the settings on the router. I’d also spoken to them about the saddle, and they were getting technical information on the newer model.
Julya told me that Rasha had asked her to name her price on the saddle -- it saved them so much time, and was already generating business just through word of mouth. Julya had agreed to rent it to her. Note to self -- don’t play poker with this woman!
We got home a little after one in the afternoon. Dasha told me they’d already made reservations for us for dinner; that is what they usually did, coming home for a short nap after the salon. Julya growled that I was hers until tomorrow morning...
But in bed, Julya held me close and I brought her to a shuddering orgasm. She started to push me to my back after that, but I held her close. She squeezed me closer, holding me and turning out my lights.
After a dinner of red meat and red wine, she was definitely more aggressive! She offered me the nose spray, and I used it. Something about that stuff that tends to wake me in the middle of the night or in the early morning for another round. Didn’t get any objections!
The weekend? Bipolar perhaps labels it best. Arguments between Julya and Dasha (arguments unintelligible to me). No clue as to whether this is nominal behavior, but I didn’t think so. Saturday morning I tidied up the remainder of the networking stuff, including packing up tools. We had lunch together, and I moved into the den to watch football and commit the sin of putting together a set of Powerpoint slides on the 50Hz power supply problem. I know, every time someone makes a Powerpoint deck, Edward Tufte kills a kitten. I had that net meme on the door to my office in the past, and will have it on my door in the future. Far too often, Powerpoint kills brain cells.
Sitting and thinking about design issues, sketching things on a green engineering pad (need to pick up a couple on Monday), Dasha swept in, pulled off top and bra and wrapped me up for a brief but very nice snuggle. She left, I get back to work, and a while later Julya came in and repeated the process. Of course she isn’t satisfied unless she turns my lights out, so I woke to Dasha holding me again and telling me it’s time for dinner.
I mentioned at dinner that I’d completed the network cleanup, including labeling things and putting together how-to sheets for the audio-visual equipment. I had printouts for them to use and review for a few days; after a week or so we would revise with any changes needed, and then I’d get them laminated. I also had technical descriptions of things pinned up to the wall in the closet.
Dasha thought that was wonderful. So did Julya, but now she wanted all the excess stuff moved out, like all the buckets of tools and such. Where would you like them? Take them away! Out of this house! Would you like them in the garage? No! Out of this house! We take them to your house, tonight! Okay... We loaded the buckets of tools into the Mercedes. I didn’t understand why Julya was so bent out of shape on this. Back in their house, upstairs in the den, it was just Dasha and me for a bit while Julya argued with someone on the phone again. Dasha explained to me that her sister was not mad at me; she did not like the man who had built this place; they did not like or trust him or the people who had been working here.
I moved to the coffee table and gave it a tap with my foot. The drawer popped open a bit. I asked if they’d seen this, and opened the drawer more.
Dasha gasped and jumped back. No! This had to leave the house immediately! For them a gun in the house would be very, very bad! They could be arrested and deported!
I closed the drawer and held her. Okay, I’ll take it in my car. There should be a case for this somewhere? When I mentioned the Benelli name, she took off, coming back a minute or so later with a hard case. It had been in a closet downstairs; they’d never opened the case. I opened it; a longer barrel, regular stock, the rest of the choke set and the choke tool, cleaning stuff, a gun sock. I told her if she didn’t want to see it, she should leave and I would pack it in the case and take it to my car. She nodded and left very quickly.
Knowing our habits better, I knew there would be hand towels under the couch... I got two and used those to pick up the very nice shotgun. I’d bet on a round chambered... Yup, cycled them out leaving it safe and put it in the sock, putting the shells into a clip in the case. First one was a target round, the rest were slugs. Into the hard case, checked the drawer for more and pulled out two more six shot clips which went into the case.
Secured the hard case and took it down to my car. Julya was ready to go. Dasha told her I needed to drive my car over separately. Julya gave her a frown but that’s all.
They followed me over. The buckets of tools went in to the garage; the ones with electronics related stuff went into the house.
They wanted to look at my wardrobe? Men don’t have wardrobes; they have clothes! They laughed and I shooed them upstairs to look; I’ll be up in a moment. I moved the shotgun from my car to the wine cellar under the stairs. I left my laptop and the bag with the spectrum analyzer in the car.
They’d taken most of my clothes out of the closet! One pile, they wanted to know who it belonged to!
That hit me hard.
I sat on one corner of the bed with a big sigh. Julya was still quite animated, but Dasha saw it and sat with me, holding me. Julya paused after a bit and looked at us. She came and sat near me.
I explained that until a few years ago, I had been very happily married and very overweight; those clothes, those suits, are from that period. When my family was killed, I stopped eating -- for many, many months. I lost a lot of weight. Eventually I started eating right again, exercising again, and that’s where I am today. That’s the recent pile.
They held me for a while. I don’t know why I didn’t cry. Guess all those tears are gone, which is a good thing, I think.
Julya put things back in the closet, the larger stuff to one side. When everything was back, they sat with me again. Julya asked if they could get me new clothes so everyone could see the dashing man they saw? I agreed to that.
Julya was still driven by something, looking in the other bedrooms, checking out closet space. The closets were empty and the rooms stripped back to bare furniture. Didn’t go in those rooms very often; while I’d cleaned out the material things, the ghosts remained.
I wanted to look for some design info on the big computer downstairs; I might have some more design files from the saddle power supply. Dasha and I went downstairs while Julya wanted to do something else, including go to the bathroom. It took me a few minutes, but I found a compressed folder of stuff. E-mailed it to me as I didn’t have a usb memory stick in my pocket. Had a duck call, but no memory stick. I laughed -- I’d have to make a combo device! Had to do it!
Left that computer running so I could get to files across the net if need be; some things were on it that weren’t on the server in the closet. I was winding the wall clock above the TV set in the family room when Julya came down the stairs. She was smiling and happy! I got a big hug and a kiss! That was all for here, we should get back to their place.
I locked up, leaving the house lights on automagic. Do I want to copy down the serial number from the shotgun? Not right now. Grabbed some soda and Gatorade from the fridge in the garage and loaded them into the car. Let’s go.
Driving back... I thought of the three hanging garment bags in the far side of my closet, off at the end my wife had used. Three full-length fake fur coats... There had been a period when I’d slept with them regularly. I shook my head. Different worlds, then and now.
Back at the ladies’ house, Julya seemed more upbeat. She got us a chilled dessert drink; it tasted high-octane, but good.
Half an hour later, I was feeling quite stoned, and looking at Julya and Dasha, I was suddenly quite hard. They’d done it to me again, and if I could get upstairs and into a bed with them, I wouldn’t be complaining! They felt it too, or part of it, as we helped each other upstairs, getting cleaned up, and then helped me into Julya’s bed. From there it was furs, skin, and passion. And I woke somewhat disoriented and with a full bladder about four thirty, made my way to the bathroom, and back to bed to ride her bottom, restraining her in furs. Pulling those furs tight around her really sets off something in her. After we’d both stopped panting, she cleaned us up and as she grabbed me and smothered me to her she whispered, “Oh thank you, darling!”
Late breakfast Sunday and I retired to the den for football and to work on the power supply design. The first half of the morning football game was boring and I got a lot done. The second half picked up, and I was at a point where I needed to do more ruminating, so I moved to the tuffet, closing my laptop.
Soon thereafter Dasha joined me, at first cuddling up with me on the tuffet. Then she started shedding her clothes, and mine. I barely got settled on a nipple when she bolted from the room!
But she soon returned wearing a luscious silver fox fur coat. She “helped” me out of the rest of my clothes, tantalizing me even more with the fur, then settled in on top of me to do the job right. She had me so lost! All I had to do was hold on. She had me wrapped in fur, held to her, and started doing that thing with her hips. What a way to go!
I managed to see the last part of the second Sunday football game. No complaints!
Julya came in wearing that incredibly seductive dark brown fur coat; so soft, so deep... She settled in with me on the tuffet and I was lost. Later, still holding me, she asked if she could clean up my closet at home and take away some of the things that didn’t fit me anymore, that I didn’t wear anymore. Yes, please. She thanked me and told me she’d get my house key in the morning. She asked about the coats in the garment bags... She held me so well. I sighed and told her I’d had them for a while; I’d slept with them, but not in a long time. She told me she understood and held me. She would need my car for a few hours Tuesday or Wednesday, and then again for a morning the next week? That wouldn’t be a problem. She held me, taking me to dreamland in her arms.
We got up for dinner. In the kitchen I told them both how much I liked holding them and being held. I think they agreed. I got the spare house key out of my wallet and gave it to Julya. She started to ask if I minded if they had ... she frowned and held it up for her sister to see, with the “DO NOT DUPLICATE” stamp on it.
I told them it was a Medeco restricted keyway, and there were only a few places that could make them -- look at the way the teeth on the key are beveled.
Dasha asked if that made a difference. I frowned and told her I could probably open their locks in under a minute with what I had in my pockets.
Really?
I stood up. Let’s find out!
I don’t carry real lock picks with me, as that can result in problems... But I do have some other interesting pieces of kit in my coin purse, including some large paperclips with the ends flattened out... Kwikset -- renowned for being easy to install. The doorknob lock practically popped open for me. The deadbolt was stiffer and took all of thirty seconds, a matter of putting enough torsion into it.
Now Dasha was frowning along with her sister. What would I recommend? Well, if you insist on staying with the same locks and keys, you can pee in the locks -- no really -- that will rust them internally and make them harder to pick! Or I can give you the name and phone number of a good locksmith and he can install Medeco all the way around. Both of them wanted the name and number, now. Got out my iPhone and e-mailed the contact info to them.
I suggested double-key deadbolts -- deadbolts which require a key to open on both sides. That way when you lock up the house, even if someone comes in through a window, they can’t open the doors to get out or haul things out. But it also means extra discipline if you use the deadbolts while at home -- you must leave a key in each one in case of an emergency. They understood.
More muttering back and forth between Julya and Dasha as we cleaned up the kitchen. What time did I have to leave for my work in the morning? Oh, not until 9:30 or so. And what time would I be back? Not until 4pm at least; I’ll call if it will be after 6. They suggested calling if it would be before four as well. More conversation between them.
In bed with Dasha. She was soft and gentle and rocked me to sleep in her arms afterwards. Waking up with her in the morning was just as soft and gentle. We got up and showered. She thought my hair and my skin looked much better. I thought she was as beautiful and sexy as ever. She laughed, but held me and kissed me.
Julya was already downstairs and had coffee ready for her and Dasha. When I asked why she looked so glum, she pushed her lower lip out in a pout and told me she liked waking up with me in the morning -- I was warm and held her very nicely. I buried my face between her breasts, holding her.
I had toast and jam and a soda. Got my stuff together upstairs, deciding to take my laptop and that was it. I stuck my head into the office as I was leaving. Dasha saw the laptop with just its decorative plastic shell and ducked out of the room again, returning with a nice looking leather valise which held it nicely. Another piece left by previous owner. I told her I should check out this closet! She laughed and told me we could go through it tomorrow. Hugs and kisses with both, and I made it out the door.
I didn’t make it back until nearly five. Getting out of my car, I knew it was good news, bad news. I was smiling -- I’d had fun, and was going to have fun, and be challenged there. The bad news? Less time with two beautiful, sexy women.
They were both happy to see me. Julya took me off to the couch in the family room, took off her top, and pulled me to a nipple. She had me floating in a dreamland.
At dinner, Dasha told me they’d had a busy day as well; the locksmith had been out in the afternoon and was returning Wednesday morning to replace locks. I thought that was great. They agreed. I talked some about my day, seeing people I’d worked with in the past. They’d seen the picture on my badge, me holding the duck call -- on the company information systems and e-mail, when you look up someone, you see their picture. Guess what picture comes up for me? They laughed.
I’d met with the power supply people in the afternoon to discuss designs. They liked my design ideas and would work up a prototype; we’d probably have one in two weeks. They thought that was very good. Then I told them the parts cost estimates were under $40! Dasha was excited, but Julya shook her head frowning. Then she gave us an evil smile and said, “That is too low...”
I explained that this supply was going to be a universal supply -- you could use it on the West coast of Japan, the West coast of Australia, those were the extremes, or Europe, or North America, Africa, anywhere. Julya understood; she nodded and offered, “You would build this into every one.” I nodded and smiled.
What was my schedule for the rest of the week? Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday all day, I was afraid, and not sure of Thursday. What time in the morning? Around eight thirty would be good. Dasha said she would ride in with me tomorrow morning and take my car; I should call when I wanted to be picked up. That would work fine.
Things went bipolar again for a while, Dasha and Julya both grumbling about things changing, switching to their own language and talking (arguing) between them for a while. Finally Dasha told me, “Is too early to tell yet.” She managed a small smile and added, “Some things faster than others?” She looked to her sister, who nodded and managed a smile.
We cleaned up the kitchen. They headed to the office. I went upstairs to the den with my laptop.
I was sitting on the couch, the TV showing the discovery channel, the sound on Pandora playing Brazilian stuff when Julya came in. She took my laptop and put it on the coffee table, then covered me, smothering me between her breasts.
She sat back after a while.
“Thank you -- I need to be held tonight,” I told her.
She smiled and told me she would; she needed to hold me. But she had a question. How secure was e-mail on their computers?
I explained that using gmail, with a secure connection, that was pretty good, but if the person reading and replying wasn’t using a secure connection, or their system had been compromised, things could be read at the other end. She frowned and nodded. I explained the artifice of setting up a separate account, making sure everyone used HTTPS for access, and creating and editing drafts -- never actually sending e-mails, just editing the drafts. I could tell when the light came on -- especially when she pulled me to a whole-body kiss.
When she got up to leave, I held her hand and told her to explain it to me so I knew she understood. She smiled and explained it; she had it. She gave me a squeeze and headed downstairs.
My new career was picking up -- I had some design documents to review for folks already! And tomorrow morning I’d meet the other members, one of whom suggested we re-brand ourselves as the “Committee of Public Safety” -- I was ambivalent, as I hoped for a better reception than those guys got...
I switched to the local channel 2 news at 10pm. Julya rescued me before the weather report came on. We cleaned up in the bathroom, then to bed. She teased me with furs and her breasts until I was dizzy, then rode us to heaven. I went to sleep in her arms.
That’s where I woke Tuesday morning. We showered together, and she let me go down on her for a while afterwards; I told her beautiful women fresh from the shower were one of my weaknesses. She didn’t mind...
I drove Dasha and me to work in my car, only regretting it when I heard her chirp the tires as she sped off...
She picked me up a little after four in her car; Julya was with her. We went to a tailor’s shop where I was measured, and then to the Macy’s Men’s store at the Valley Faire shopping center. We went across the street to the Left Bank restaurant for dinner. Both ladies seemed more upbeat.
In bed that night Dasha did something to me, getting me spaced out, so hard yet so relaxed, riding me. I was wiped out, and slept through the night.
When I got home Wednesday, the locks had been changed. The new hardware looked very nice. They even gave me a key. They also put one on the closet with the networking gear!
Dasha had to go off to speak with someone after dinner; she suggested Julya show me the closet.
There was a largish storage closet, almost a room downstairs. I spotted a cardboard box for the Anritsu spectrum analyzer -- full of manuals! Also shipping boxes for some of the networking kit, and a hard case for a Glock 40 cal pistol. When I pulled that out of the stack and opened it, Julya took a step back -- the same allergy to firearms as her sister, it would seem, even though it was empty. She wanted it out of the house, now, and did that mean there was a pistol somewhere? I guessed there probably was, but I had not seen it. She shook her head. This was not good! Please take it out, right away!
I took the Glock and Anritsu stuff to my car. We broke up other empty cardboard boxes and put those in the recycle bin. Nothing else strange in the closet.
She had more work to do in the office; perhaps until ten or a little later, then she would come get me. That was fine.
I went up to the den. End tables on each side of the couch? I gave the left one a few whacks. Nothing. On the second whack, the right one popped open a little drawer. Glock 40 cal, large clip with one in the chamber. Used a towel to take it out to my car, clear it, and put it in the case. After a little thought, drove it over to my house and put it in the wine cellar with the shotgun. Unloaded the rest of the kit into the house, the Anritsu stuff in the office.
Went into the office when I returned and kissed Julya on the head. I told her I’d found the pistol and taken it to my house. She turned and held me, thanking me. She sighed, muttering something. She looked up to me, shaking her head. She thanked me again, and said she had about another hour of work to do. She gave me a lusty look and told me she would find me... I kissed her head once more and went back upstairs.
Looked closely at the pop-out drawer. Something stuck to the inside of the cabinet? Felt like a little plastic box -- with a button? I pushed it.
When I pushed it I heard a quiet “clack” from the wall behind me!
Walking to the back wall, I saw a section of left side cabinet that looked slightly askew... Hinged, and it swung back, providing about a three foot opening! I got the little LED light I carry all the time and shined it into the darkness. Found a light switch and turned it on.
A narrow space between the back of the cabinets and the outside wall, about three and a half to four feet, with eighteen inch or so counter and shelves along the back of the cabinets. Boxes of ammo -- shotgun shells and 40 cal rounds. I picked up a canvas satchel from a lower shelf. Felt like it had something in it, but I didn’t look. Loaded in the ammo boxes. Anything else that shouldn’t be here? The hard carrying case for the Anritsu spectrum analyzer. Stack of papers held together with a binder clip. Cyrillic -- nothing I could read. Door at the other end -- spring loaded to close automatically. I pushed it open, finding myself in the closet of the small bedroom! I got it -- right across from that closet was the door to the narrow stairway at the back of the house. This was someone’s escape route.
I zipped the canvas satchel closed. Pushed the secret door into the den closed and heard it click latched. Satchel in one hand, Anritsu hard case in the other. Holding my LED light in my teeth, I turned off the light and went out through the closet, across the small bedroom, through the door and down the narrow stairs. Out that door, through the back door, and put things in the back of my car. They would have to wait until tomorrow to get dropped off.
But luckily, I didn’t have to go in tomorrow!
I got to see the weather report on the ten o’clock news. Cooler tomorrow, maybe rain by the weekend. I should re-do the RainX on my car windows.
Julya came in. She had a nasal spray in her hand, and a smirk on her face. “For me?” she asked, handing it to me.
I pulled her to the tuffet with me. “Will you do something for me?” I asked.
An eyebrow went up. “What, darling?”
“Let’s go clean up. Then I want you to pick out a fur, something you really like. We take it to your bed. I want you to use this,” I held up the spray. “I want to pleasure you with the fur, and with my mouth, and my hands. I will use the spray, and you can hold me while we are waiting for it to work. Does this sound good?”
She pulled me into a kiss. “To bed,” she growled.
We cleaned up first. She picked up the nose spray and used it before we went into the fur closet, naked. Surprise! The door hardware had been changed there as well, with locking hardware on both doors. She looked around... I was trying to keep from drowning myself in different furs... Her choice seemed to come down to one very full fox and a chinchilla wrap.
“Take them both,” I suggested, taking the end of the chinchilla and fondling her breasts.
“What a good idea,” she sighed. We went back to her bed; I put a cushion under her bottom for later.
I spread the fox coat over her, holding part of the chinchilla wrap and sliding it under the coat and over her skin. She sighed and moved as I ran my hands over her.
A wanton moan and she sighed, “Kiss me, please!”
I pulled the wrap up so I could caress her using both hands as we kissed.
I was getting so hungry for her... I left the wrap around her face and moved between her legs. But rather than dive in, I used the fox fur to caress her thighs and abdomen. Such wonderful noises she made! When she started tell me how much she wanted me inside her, I moved to use the nose spray, and then returned to between her legs. The spray stung some, making my eyes water. I moved the fur around and started kissing my way up her thighs, running my hands closer to her core. As I got closer, I kissed her nether lips and ran my fingers along her outer edges, staying away from her jewel.
The nose spray started to come on, leaving me hard and stoned, my head buzzing. I moved in with lips and tongue, slipping a finger inside her and curling it back, pressing on that magic spot inside her. She threw her legs open, one hand on the back of my head with the fur.
I kept going until she started moving my head away. I kissed her mound and moved up her body, kissing as I went. When I reached a nipple, my cock was just about at her entrance. It barely touched her, and she pulled me up suddenly and into her. I couldn’t keep on her nipple, but it didn’t matter. We kissed; her hands pressed on my lower back. I wanted to ... I don’t know what I wanted to do... It didn’t matter as she was holding me and after a very enjoyable ride I was coming, trying to pull and push deeper inside her as I did.
I was out of it; she cleaned us up and pulled me to where both of us wanted to be.
I thought I’d get to sleep in Thursday morning! Wrong! The alarm clock went off and we only snuggled for a few minutes before Julya had to get up. She and Dasha had a meeting in Marin, and Dasha was complaining they would be late. They took off.
So did I. I drove back to my house and unloaded the latest load of stuff. Triaged the mail, paid bills, and did homeowner maintenance things. Decided to swing by work for a subsidized lunch. Got a phone cal from Dasha after lunch; they wouldn’t be back until nine or so. She sounded stressed, and told me she needed me, which helped a little.
I had a cubicle in labs, a senior scientist sized cube. I didn’t need (or want) a hard-walled office. Looking at the time, and a company calendar... I dashed out of the building, made it home, grabbed my thankfully pre-packed workout bag, and made it back to the office in time to unwind and then go to the fitness center for the Tuesday-Thursday afternoon yoga class. A damn good idea! The instructor, Kimberly, watched me warm up before class, and commented that my yoga mat had seen some wear and tear. I told her it knew the asanas better than I did. She welcomed me to the class. At the end of the class I told her I’d be a regular.
The rest of the fitness gear looked tempting, but I decided to settle for a quick shower and then back upstairs for some reading before heading down to a subsidized dinner in the cafeteria.
I headed back to the ladies’ house around eight thirty. Should have snagged some of the spectrum analyzer manuals to read... Checking work e-mail, I saw an announcement for employee calibration days in the calibration lab, and the URL for signing up equipment. I updated my spreadsheet with the Anritsu spectrum analyzer details and the Fluke 87 handheld, and started signing up my gear. Eight pieces, three portable and five larger lab gear. In the comments box provided, I left a note on my HP 3458A multimeter that its last cal had been three years earlier, done by myself and Otto, who had moved to head up the calibration and standards group at the new place -- I was willing to help with the cal work.
Musical beds -- I went to bed a little after ten, crawling into Dasha’s bed alone.
She joined me, in more ways than one. Her skin was cool and soft, her kisses warm and full. She teased me and pulled me on top of her. We kissed as we thrust together. I sat up, holding her hips, enjoying everything. She did something, moving her hips as she pressed a soft sensuous fur into my stomach and groin, and I filled her, collapsing forward into her arms again.
Friday night getting home from work -- things were going on, but what they were I didn’t know. the three of us checked all the closets, going from room to room looking for I’m not sure what. In the den, I showed them where the guns had been stored, and then showed them the secret compartment behind the rear bookshelves. Back in that space, Julya was looking around and Dasha spied the stack of papers. She glanced at it, flipped over to a different page, flipped back, and muttered something. Julya stopped what she was doing and went over to look. The two of them reviewed the stack, page by page.
In response to their question, I told them I’d found the stack about where it was. We searched the area for more, not finding anything. I showed them the exit through the bedroom.
We sat in the den, music playing in the background. I sat on the tuffet, the ladies on the couch, the stack of paper on the coffee table between us. Dasha frowned and shook her head. Julya frowned as well, but slowly broke into a smile and said something to Dasha. Dasha looked back in surprise, then smiled and laughed, replying. Both of them turned to me.
“You still have this friend who is FBI?” Dasha asked.
I nodded. “I know someone who is FBI. Why?”
Julya’s look was definitely one of the canary who has just swallowed the cat. “Late next week you should give this to him. There will be people very interested in this. We will say when.”
I almost asked why not give it to him sooner, but reconsidered. “Tell me when I should give him a call,” I replied.
I put the stack into my leather valise with my laptop.
Bed with Julya -- she teased me, complaining I only wanted her bottom in the middle of the night. She had something for me to try... She scampered out of the bathroom while I was still cleaning up.
Stepping into the bedroom, dimly lit by the bathroom light behind me, I could see her bent over the edge of the bed, that wonderful bottom of hers... I turned off the bathroom light and approached. I touched her bottom, feeling it gently with both hands, leaning closer and kissing her, feeling her bottom, running my hands along her sides to the front of her hips. She made noises and moved enticingly. I ran a hand up the insides of her thighs, touching heaven, hot and moist. I don’t think there’s an aphrodisiac as powerful as a woman’s moans...
I stepped closer, nudging her feet apart a bit more. She swung something over her, covering her bottom, tucking ends around her waist. I touched it -- fur, a sheared fur! And it was fur on both sides! I moved closer, feeling, and found a conveniently located hole. I slipped my cock through the hole and pressed into her, finding home, easing in.
“Oh! I am not going to last long!” I sighed, pulling on her hips, enjoying the combination of her luscious bottom and the softness of the fur. I don’t know if the way she started swirling and rocking her hips helped or not. I lasted longer than I thought I would -- it was exquisite. I held her hips, leaning back as I filled her, trying to push in that little bit more... Somehow I got on to the bed and into her arms.
A different approach in the morning, that strategic hole over a nipple, wrapping me up in her. When she does things like that, I don’t stand a chance, and I love it!
End of part 5
Rev 2011/06/12
On to Part 6!
Fits tight
By silli_artie@hotmail.com
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/artie/www