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"I can sleep on the floor." I pointed to the black bear rug at the foot of the bed. "Or I can go downstairs by the fireplace if you two need privacy." I took another sip and raised my glass. "What is your pleasure?" "That is unnecessary, my love. You can rest in my bed. My daughter and I have separate rooms." Seraina smiled apologetically as she kissed my lips in a strange blend of affection and distance. "What does StarShine think of that arrangement?" I asked. "It was her idea," she replied. "Come on in, Wolfie. I've been expecting you," Seraina's daughter said as she pulled open the door and beckoned me to enter the smoky, dim candlelit quarters she shared with her mother. "Mom's room is over there," she pointed, "and mine is over here," she said with a flourish of her arm. For a moment I was stunned as the folds of her translucent silk garment parted to reveal a fleeting glimpse of her bare chest. For the ladies of Liberty, nudity was normal and not usually naughty, nothing personal. Star's nudity clothed the darkened room with unspoken desire. "Do you like it, Wolfie?" she blushed as she wiggled and giggled beneath a sheer mist of rainbow fabric. "No," I lied and tried not to smile as I set my kit by the entrance to Seraina's slumber chamber. "You're not my amateur type," I said in a stern voice as I looked into her eyes. "And if you were," I paused to allow my gaze to follow the contours of her body from her nose to her toes. "I would expect you to wear something, er, less, you know? Uhh, provocative." I averted my stare and searched instead for cobwebs on the ceiling. "We were au naturel when we played in the shower," Star reminded me with a twinkle in her eye as she kissed my cheek and took my arm. "Thank you for helping my mother to get back home. You were quite brave," she whispered as she guided me to an old fashion style leather wingback reading chair by the flickering fireplace. Whatever modesty remained in her clothing vanished as she passed between me and the flame. "No I wasn't, and you're welcome. I'm glad they're back," I said as I settled voyeur into the Hidden Cams leather seat and sighed with relief. The old chair was wise to the ways of people, and its cushions conformed to the Hardcore contours of comfort. "Danger Will Robinson," I warned myself. "Be careful what you wish for." "Care for a drink?" Star asked as reached her hands behind her head and undid the braids in her waist-length hair. "Yes, please," I replied, not out of thirst but out of a desire to gain some space, regain control, and establish some boundaries. "I'll be right back." She turned and headed into her bedroom with streaming blond hair flowing behind indian her like a gossamer cloak. 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When he stood, I tucked his softening cock back into his boxers and closed his slacks, zipping him up, and buckling his belt. The few guys I’d been with, just were not all that great and I could please myself a lot more than they ever pleased me. Somehow, what Joe was doing, combined with the audience, exhibitionism, and humiliation, turned me on more than I’d ever have expected. Sarah and Sammy guided me back to the lying position in the center of the bed. Did you get it?” Once he popped her anal cherry with the tip of his dick there was no stopping it. Sam and I commented on some of the previews that we would like to see them. “I finally got you,” I growled, staring down at the blue dot representing Seth. The rest of the day went on as normal. 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