Chapter 4 of the I.T. course.
I'm uncertain as to why I didn't sleep with Maryann, maybe because I could sense that she desired it. She was definitely a scorching minx, but having her visit my office daily, flashing me her naked pussy, and allowing me to feel her to discover how supple she was, seemed to suffice. Merely teasing her body, understanding that she relished it, was evident by her dampness. Every day, knowing she would come into my office and show me her pussy and have me stroke her was enough to leave me with a damp finger and confirm her continual state of arousal. The only instance she arrived not even a little aroused, but after I moistened my fingers and tweaked her clit for only a few moments, when I again inserted a finger into her, she was damp.
It was during the following week that she faltered following my finger. "Uh, Mr.?"
"What is it my naughty girl?"
"I'm going to start my period and I'll need to wear underwear the following day."
I nodded, pondering. "Well, that just won't do." I leaned back in my chair, placing my fingers together and tapping my chin with them. I'd already decided what to do but didn't let her know just yet. Leaning forward, I picked up the desk phone and dialed a number. "Helen? Yes, it's Barry... No, not too important. It seems that my slut is entering her period tomorrow and will need to wear underwear for a few days... Yes, her punishment isn't up yet. What are you doing for lunch tomorrow? Care to have a visitor under your desk for lunchtime?" I asked, making eye contact with Maryann as I did, and laughed at Helen's reply. "Oh no, we'll be saving the spanking for another occasion -- but that does give me a fantastic concept," I said, glancing up at Maryann's face and extending my hand to adjust my dick in my trousers. "I'll permit her to spend 20 minutes under my desk to start the day. Allow her to showcase her oral abilities to me first before we bring her up at lunchtime to display them to you... Yes... uh huh..." I laughed again and listened for another instant, "OK, sounds good. See you tonight." I concluded my call.
"Okay, my naughty girl. You intend to arrive a few minutes early tomorrow and you can suck my cock to begin the day, and then at lunchtime, we'll go up to Helen's office. Understand?" I didn't have to tell her what she would be doing at lunchtime.
"Yes, Mr."
"Excellent. Back to business." She commenced to turn and I said, "Wait!" and she halted. I pointed with one finger and she drew closer. When I could reach the bottom of her dress, I gripped it and drew her near, reaching under with my other hand to stroke her. "Oh, that excites you, doesn't it? I can tell you're slicker. Is my naughty girl looking forward to tomorrow?"
"Yes, Mr."
"Is it sucking my cock you're anticipating?" I asked. "Or is it eating Helen's pussy?"
"Sucking your cock, Mr," she responded to my query. "I don't get to suck cock nearly as often as I want to."
"Oh? And why is that?" She possessed a look on her face that suggested she believed this was a trick question and didn't respond immediately. "And... why is that?" I repeated.
"Because Mr... hasn't assigned and commandeered me to..."
"Ah!" I exclaimed with a nod. "Of course. I'd forgotten you didn't have a master for a while. I'm assuming your partner didn't share you?"
"No Mr."
"Alright, so let's see what we can come up with."
The knock on my door was a little unexpected as, according to official schedule, work hadn't yet commenced. Due to the sensitive materials I frequently had to hide before permitting anybody in, I'd had a remote door lock installed several years prior. "Just a moment," I said, and then whispered to Maryann, "Return closer to my trousers so you may continue while I manage this." She retreated beneath the desk and I slid my chair in closer. For a moment, one of the warehousemen pushed the door open to inform me about a insignificant issue they'd found while starting up. I promised him I'd drop by later during my rounds and content, he retreated. I pressed the lock button again and wheeled my chair back. Maryann dutifully crawled forward to keep pace. "You're such a skillful cocksucker, my naughty girl," I told her, grasping her head against my cock.
"Hey, thank you sir," Maryann replied, quickly pulling back to answer my call before taking me in her mouth again. Her eyes never left mine as she finished me off.
I phoned her after a few minutes and instructed her to join me in my office. After she entered, ensuring we had privacy, I told her to be my hostess for the upcoming poker game.
"Umm, sir?" Maryann asked, seeming to understand this might be slightly unusual.
"You said I didn't set you up with enough dicks to suck, so we're going to fix that," I explained, caressing the "slut" collar around her neck. "Wear this collar and put on your nipple chains, a form-fitting shirt without a bra, a short skirt, and a thong underwear. I want you to wear some sexually enticing high heels too. Do you have anything like that?"
Maryann hesitated only for a moment, "I have something."
"Perfect," I replied. I shared the address and told her when to arrive.
Maryann arrived when she heard the door rattling, as if someone had tried to break in. The quick triple rapping at the door was soon answered by Maryann herself.
"Oh my!" Ricky announced as Maryann opened the door. His eyes scanned her body before looking towards me, seated at the poker table. "Are you Barry's sister?" He grinned at me, both of us aware of the hidden joke not comprehended by Maryann.
"No, not my sister," I laughed out, "I just brought us a hostess for the poker game."
Our frat brothers were longtime friends, attending parties and hunting pussy together back in the day. We'd bedded many of the same girls, but usually at different times, with a few exceptions. Gary and Mike, in one incident, had bedded Monica Hudson, one of the freshmen. She dominated college activities and left a string of satisfied men in her wake, including the frat house. I never found out whether Monica preferred being double-teamed with them or whether both had enjoyed her as the star of their version of a threesome. We all saw Monica as a pussy wanton and a horny girl who enjoyed sex and showing off to any man who'd partake.
We'd been gathering for our semi-regular poker gatherings ever since freshman year at college. While we considered ourselves decent players, we lacked the funds to make it big. When Marty moved back in with his parents after his sister left for college, we found a reason to be there more often. Even though Marty could send both him and his sister away, he chose to stay and save money, which meant he had more resources than most of us. When he offered to host a poker game at his house charging a $20 entry fee with beer provided, we eagerly accepted despite the need to scrape together the funds to participate.
This was a Saturday, and Marty's parents were away, providing us with the perfect occasion for our gathering. We took control of the living room, put a porn DVD on, and set up the poker table. A cooler brimming with Bud and Corona was available, as well as Mike's Hard Lemonades. We were were good to go.
I've been playing this game for a while when I heard a noise, looked up, and noticed Mary,Marty's sister, standing in the doorway watching us. She had been out on a date arranged by one of her friends, but her date had been a disappointment and she had come home early. Everyone agreed she was attractive, dressed in a tightly fitted blouse that revealed her perky nipples and a short skirt. Her arrival made every guy's jaw drop and prompted us to wipe drool off our chins.
Standing in the doorway, she saw the adult content playing on the TV - it was not mild content at all, it contained hardcore sexual acts. As soon as Marty realized it was his sister, his first impulse was to switch off the video, but she stopped him with the words "Don't. Keep it on."
Marty introduced us all to his sister, and conversely us to her. Yet, she ignored our reactions and sat down in the large armchair, completely obscured from view by its back.
"Damm Marty, your sister is hot!" Gary whispered to avoid Mary's attention. "You've been keeping this from us."
"Calm down, guys. She's my sister and she's barely 18."
"Every girl is someone's sister!" I laughed. "It doesn't mean they don't enjoy it too." Mary suddenly reappeared, seated in the armchair as if she'd never left.
"Goddammit, Marty, your sister is watching porn!" someone exclaimed. "She's as into it as we are."
I looked at the chair from where I could not see her but could see the TV screen displaying the explicit content. We'd brought several videos, and she entered the room after a few minutes and replaced the current film. I saw her glancing over the titles and selecting one. Once the film began, she got up, went to the kitchen, returned with another Mike's Lemonade and stood by the table.
"Will you let your brother buy back in?" she asked, looking at her brother and his depleted pile of chips. "Guys, are you allowing him to jump back into the game?"
Totally unconcerned, Mike remarked, "You could've won our wet tee shirt contest, Mary." Apparently, she had heard his earlier comment.
Mary, as though she was 18, had a large bust. It was sizable but her breasts were definitely larger than typical. The bronzed nipples on her breasts were perfectly erect, surrounded by a small areola of pale brownish-pink. Her tan line from her bikini top featured on the inner sides of her breasts. The white skin on her breasts indicated the bikini was far from demure.
"Marty, put your shirt back on," Marty demanded, but Mary simply appeared, not caring his command.
Mary was a typical, hot, 18-year-old. Her breasts were big, but more so than average. They were like large peaches, and her nipples were erect, pointing upwards, set in small brownish-pink areolas. Mary's bronzed nipples were visible because the bikini top left nothing to the imagination!
"Put your shirt back on, Mary." Marty sternly asked. But she stretched,bared more skin, and flashed us her tits. "She's offering to buy her brother back in!"
The group went silent, only to be interrupted by Peter who laughed knowingly, "Wow! Not bad for a 18 year old, Mary. Would've totally won our wet tee contest!"
On hearing this, Mary stood up, approached the table, and flashed her boobs at us. We were all stunned. Marty pleaded,"Mary, put your shirt back on."
Mary was reckless about her dressing, completely ignoring her brother's request. Regardless, Marty had no choice but to let her brother play and rejoin the game.
"No, I know what's happening here." I could tell that there was some sibling rivalry taking place, with the older brother issuing commands and the younger sister defying them. She definitely wasn't going to back down. "Do you boys want me to cover up my assets?"
"Heck no!" I exclaimed, reaching out for her hand. I didn't think she knew what I had in mind, but when she took my hand, she didn't resist as I pulled her towards me, turned my chair slightly, and pulled her onto my lap. I didn't hesitate to reach over and cup one of her breasts.
"So I can do that?" she asked, giggling, without trying to remove my hand.
"You did when you took a sip of my Mike's Hard Lemonade without asking," I smirked, letting my fingers grip her nipple. "Payback can be a real pain."
She giggled too, "Maybe I should have taken a sip from everyone's?"
"You can have a sip from mine," Gary, who was sitting next to me, said. His hand reached over at the same time and cupped her other breast.
"Mary! You don't want to do this!" Marty exclaimed, standing up, his face flushed. She gave him a kiss in return, which seemed to upset him more. He pushed his chair back and stormed out of the room.
"What about you?" she asked Mike. "Do you have a Mike's Hard Lemonade for me to try?"
He laughed, reaching over and offering her his hand. I leaned forward and she grabbed it, allowing him to pull her from my lap to his. Moments later, both of Mike's hands were gripping her tits, filling his hands. "I've got a Mike's Hard for you to take a swig of, but it's not a lemonade."
"Mmm, that sounds fun too!" She sat up out of Mike's lap and spun around to face Rick. "Do you have a Mike's Hard for me to take a sip of?"
Rick, who was the most adventurous of us, never had any issues with going against the norm. His one hand was already fumbling with Mary's breast while his other was undoing his belt. "Would you like to suck on a Ricky's Hard instead?" He asked, looking at the rest of us with a naughty grin on his face. He didn't even wait for a reply before pulling Mary off his lap and onto her knees. He had his belt undone and his pants unzipped in seconds, and before we knew it, she was leaning over his cock, about to take it into her mouth.
Roger wasn't even waiting. He was already undone and removed his pants, finding that he was going commando. He reached out and took Mary's hand, wrapping it around his erection. Her mouth, meanwhile, was still bobbing up and down on Rick's dick. Roger then gripped her hair and pulled, causing Rick's cock to pop out of her mouth. Without hesitation, she moved up to Roger.
"So eager are you?"
"I don't want to be left out," he responded, pushing her face towards his crotch.
"Oh, there'll be more than enough of me to go around."
We all knew that Mary was as willing as we were to engage in a group sex event. With the amount we had to drink, none of us was thinking rationally, only with our cocks. That Marty had left wasn't even registered by us, all we knew was that his sister Mary was now happily sucking and stroking all five of our hard dicks.
As I stood, I pushed the poker table aside, creating more space. Roger slid his chair back a bit and I stepped behind her. I reached under her skirt and put my hands up her bare legs, sliding past her panties to fingering her pussy, which was already wet from the action. She let out a moan and her head bobbed more intensely on Roger's cock. I gripped her panties, pulling on them with both hands, until she helped me by spreading her legs a bit.
Reaching over, I wrapped my hand around my cock, guiding myself into her, eliciting another moan from her while she bobbed harder on Roger's cock. I held onto her panties, my hands spread wide as I fucked her.
"Crap, give me some space!" Mike exclaimed as he pushed his way between Gary and Roger. Noticing his presence, Mary indirectly removed Roger's dick from her mouth and faced Mike, taking him into her mouth. She stopped stroking Gary's penis and hoisted Mike's, forcing it closer for double penetration.
"Jesus, Matt, move aside!" exclaimed Gary, pressing against me.
I smiled and replied, "Calm down, dude! I'm just getting her prepped for you. You can't have a quickie before I'm done."
"I'll be better than a quickie! Let's go over to this sofa and go at it."
"That's a swell idea," said Mike, swiftly pulling away to grasp and pull Mary up. Me, as well as all the other frat brothers, assisted and accommodated this movement.
We couldn't hold Mary back any longer, and everyone wanted to penetrate her since she was willing to suck and fuck all of us, as well as stroke our penises in between.
When Mary was lying flat on the couch, Mike went first and slid into her. She wasn't picky about who was doing what or in what order. It didn't even matter that penises, hands and lips were touching her at once, she was sucking and fucking everyone she could reach. I still hadn't had her suck or stroke me, but as the others took their turns, she pulled herself towards me. Her tongue and lips immediately started pleasuring my dick before returning to Gary's, then onto Rick's and then to, well, you get the idea.
"Wow, you sure are a sexy little thing," Rick said as she was on her back and sucked his penis. I finally could thrust in and out of her before she redirected her focus onto Gary this time. I felt a pang of relief, as her attention was finally on me as she lay on her side with me behind her this time. I proceeded for a third time. Her tongue and lips swirled around my cock repeatedly before moving on to Gary's.
"She's such a hot little slut, isn't she?" Rick said as she was on all fours, pulling sweet Gary's penis back into her mouth. I reminded myself, albeit privately, of her willingness and lack of control with her own body throughout the previous events. This was a new development, I noted.
Rick's hands were on my shoulder when he told me to vacate the spot, and she was free to be penetrated anally. "No way!" she exclaimed before I could even react. Rick was determined, harshly and forcefully trying to lift her leg and you know... still no.
I grabbed Rick's arm and said, "She said no." Surprisingly, he complied with my pressure and backpedaled to return her leg to its previous position. This moment was over.
As the excitement died down, and everyone came, this orgy closed. I could tell it was my turn to leave after seeing Gary bolt out of the room. Rick and Mike awkwardly shuffled out. Eventually, Roger and I were alone. My desire had vanished and I could tell that Roger's had too. I voiced my concerns to Mary.
"Hey, wanna help clean up?" I asked.
Mary glanced at the door as the others left. "Not just yet."
"Are you okay?" I asked, unsure about sharing a room with Marty's sister after our activities. There was no sight of Marty. It was only with a grin and a smile that she responded, "That was everything I expected and the most fun I've ever had. I want ten of you next time."
"Come on, let's leave before Marty returns."
I looked at Roger and then back to Mary, who lay there with her legs spread and a finger rubbing her clit. Her pubic hair held proof of our wicked indulgence, while her other fingers smeared cum from her chest onto her nipples. "Thank you," she said.
I was taken aback. She was thanking us?
The entire orgy we had just experienced carried an unusual aura. Despite the fact that it had indeed taken place, and we all enjoyed ourselves, something about the scenario didn't sit well with me. I donned my clothes and exited towards the parking lot.
Roger voiced his thoughts as we walked, "Dude, can you believe that? She was such a hot little fuck, huh? It's wild she's Marty's sister. I can't believe he'd leave her there with all of us."
"Bruh, I gotta get home." I replied, disregarding his comments and not agreeing with them.
It wasn't until I was almost at my apartment that I realized I'd left my wallet at his place. I'd taken out my $20 for the poker tournament, intending to pay the entrance fee, and left my wallet, along with my hat, on the counter so it wouldn't be bunched up in my pocket. I considered contacting Marty but thought against it for the time being. As the week went on, I came to acknowledge that I wouldn't be able to function without my wallet till Monday. As such, I turned around and returned.
Upon arriving, everything appeared the same as when I'd left 15 minutes earlier. The lights were still on, and I contemplated knocking or ringing the bell. Seeking to avoid confrontation with both Mary and Marty at this moment, I chose to quietly enter the house. Through the foyer and to the counter, my wallet was exactly where I'd left it. I collected it and attempted to place it in my pocket; however, I heard a moan from Mary. It was unmistakably her voice, as I had heard similar moans countless times while she'd been with the five of us.
I stopped and focused, wondering what had triggered it this time. Had one of my frat brothers returned? When I pressed on, Mary's moaning continued and now Marty was there. "Was it as hot as you imagined?"
"Everything I'd hoped for. If I had a choice, though, I'd have done them all. Did you enjoy the show?"
"Of course. I always like watching."
"Rick wanted to fuck my ass."
"I heard, but you refused."
"No one gets my ass but my favorite sibling."
"To think I've loved fucking your ass, too." She let out another moan, "Play with my clit. Yes, just like that. I'm coming again... fill my ass brother." Marty's thrusts and Mary's groans proved what was taking place. [A}
I'd tiptoed towards the hallway as I eavesdropped on their conversation. When I reached the door, I carefully peeked in to find Mary face down on the bed, on all fours, her brother, Marty, behind her, and resuming the ass-fucking they'd just finished. A bottle of lubricant lay discarded on the floor beside them -- they'd known this moment would happen. Hearing them share intimate experiences only served to inspire greater action. As I observed, Marty's hand found Mary's clit and her orgasm was set off, causing her to wildly thrash against her brother's shaft. Evidence of their raw lust was confirmed by the sounds of their bodies striking together in unison.
Leaning back, I cautiously stepped out of the apartment, shutting the door gently behind me. My thoughts were finally becoming clear as I made my way towards home. What kind of twisted individual would leave his sister alone with his perverted friends? The incident with Marty and his sister's sexual advances now suddenly made sense. It appeared that Marty had intended for her to willingly participate in a gangbang, which she seemed to have agreed to. I recall how he appeared skeptical when she mentioned something about him not turning the porn off, which now seemed like a rehearsed fabrication. Replaying the earlier scene in my head, I realized that Marty had deliberately set up his little sister as a participant in this gangbang orgy.
A sudden plot twist crossed my mind - Marty was having a sexual relationship with his sister. I questioned whether Marty's decision to return home was to enable him to have more opportunities to have sex with his sister. Indeed, his guilt must have compelled him to seek help from his frat brothers to fulfil his incestuous urges. These horrifying realizations became even more mind-boggling.
As I continued walking, I mulled over the uncomfortable situation: Maryann, dressed in a skimpy pink tank top, left her shirt slightly undone to expose her erect nipples. Her rings, just like the one around her neck, were visible through the slight translucency of the top. If it rained, her shirt would have become see-through, making her breasts more prominent. Her back was now exposed as I sat at the poker table, noticing the outline of her thong underwear against her skirt. Though she had chosen to wear an eye mask to prevent others from recognizing her during the entire event, she might encounter a former acquaintance, who could cause her immense discomfort. However, upon my request she had chosen the subtle alias "Angel."
I casually told Rick to head over to the poker table while standing, leaving his jacket hanging on the coatrack. Noticing the empty bar, Rick inquired about its location.
"Just sit down, no need to worry about the bar. What would you like to drink and I'll get it for you," I responded, collecting the cards and thoroughly shuffling them. Shortly after, Roger and Gary entered, attracting everyone's attention, especially Maryann, whose dangerous curves ignited their interest. Maryann, dressed in a skimpy negligee-like skirt, displayed the outline of her thong to all. Marty and Mike followed, completing the lineup.
"If you wouldn't mind, Barry, can you introduce us to your friend? she's known as Angel tonight," Mike inquired, directing his attention towards Maryann.
"This is Angel," I said with a mischievous smile, "but calling her an angel would be a misnomer as she's more of a little devil." The guys greeted her friendly and Maryann gave them pleasant replies. She hurriedly made her way to her spinning office chair.
"Who shall be the hostess tonight, Angel?" I asked playfully, tilting my beer can to finish its contents. I immediately instructed Maryann to get me another. Maryann, without hesitating, quickly refilled my glass.
"Thanks, Angel," I expressed thanks as I extracted my hands from the bottle, placing it on the table. Leaning back in my chair, I admired her body while indulging in my beer. Then I lifted my hand and fondled her ass. I felt their eyes fixated on my hand. It was a clear sign that Marty wasn't alone, as his frat brothers were mesmerized by her beauty and physical attributes.
Leaping up from my chair, I snatched Maryann in my arms and pulled her onto my lap, fondling her left breast in their presence. I had to hide my true intentions and steer their focus away from the cards as they attentively watched me handle her breast. I eventually sent her scurrying back to her seat. "You are a hostess, right?" I grinned.
"Absolutely, Sir," she spoke, implying her submission to my authority.
"What's up for everyone?" asked Roger. "Hey Marty, haven't we been in this same spot before? Do we all get the same perks?"
"Screw you!" Marty retorted, pretending to scowl at Roger, even though I knew he was just putting on an act.
"You can think of Angel as a consolation prize for when you lose," I joked.
Rick, despite only having taken sips from his beer until then, emptied his bottle. "I could use another one, too."
Roger, the always provocative leader, had never been one to follow. When Maryann returned with another beer for him, he reached over, grabbed her hand, and pulled her onto his lap. Like I did, his hand moved towards her breast. "Umm, you've got some cute little tits there. Any plans to show them to us?"
"Perhaps later," I answered for Maryann as she managed to escape from Roger's clutches.
Being there for a poker game, we all knew the drill after playing the game for so long. However, as Roger had set the stage, everyone took advantage of the opportunity to fondle Maryann when she brought more drinks. Rick and Gary pulled her down into their laps, at least temporarily. Mike went to use the restroom and upon returning stood behind Maryann and gropped her breasts, pulling her back against him. It took Maryann a while to free herself from his grip. Marty, who hadn't directly participated in Maryann's previous encounter with five guys fifteen years ago, was unsure about what exactly was about to happen. I could see him looking around, especially at me, before he eventually leaned in to suck her nipple into his mouth while his hand slid up her skirt to her bare bottom, preventing her from moving away.
"Damn, Marty! Your saliva's all over Maryann's shirt now," I joked. "Marty, come here." Maryann did as she was told, avoiding Gary's grabbing hands. When she reached me, I pretended to examine the wet spot on her shirt. "Your shirt's all wet now. Let's remove it so I can dry it for you."
Maryann didn't prevent me from pulling her shirt up and over her head. "That's much nicer, isn't it guys?" I asked.
"Holy shit! I've never seen Angel's breasts before," exclaimed Rick.
"Amazing," agreed another voice.
"Yes, they really are," I reponded. "Angel, why don't you take a lap around and let the guys have a feel of your breasts while I deal with that shirt."
As Maryann walked around, she was groped by each player who received a beer from her. Somebody asked for a beer, and underneath his lap there was a fondle when she returned. Somebody threw in the towel, waiting for the next round, and when he did, Maryann found herself in his lap for a quick fondle. It didn't take long for a wet spot to form on the front of her thong. "Tits and bottom, gentlemen. You're welcome to touch and play with Angel, but her pussy is off-limits," I said.
"Are you sure?," inquired Mike. "She seems like she could handle it."
"No, not now," I replied, "Now it's just poker."
Maryann shifted from player to player, nearly naked beside a tiny thong panty and high heels designed to entice, her hands occupying her breasts or bottom. When she served a drink to someone, they would ask for a beer and pull her into their lap for a feel. When someone folded, they would occupy her lap for a brief fondle before the next round began. The fact that Maryann was enjoying the group attention was evident through the wetness in her thong.
I remarked on the situation as Roger seemed to be near elimination. "That could mean one more defeat for you and you'll be out, right?"
"Seems that way," Roger responded. "I guess I'll simply chill out and play with Angel while you lot settle your differences."
"Not exactly," I countered, looking at everyone as Gary distributed another round of cards. "According to our home regulations - and since this is my house, my terms dictate that when you're ousted, you gather your consolation reward, finish your beer, and then you're allowed to leave. No loitering."
"What?" questioned Mike, visibly confused. "You're forcing us out when we scratch?"
"My house, my rules."
"Uh, if you're intent on being unpleasant," Marty remarked, also confused by my rarely mentioned directive and sounding slightly annoyed. I just smiled. In the next round, Roger, unfortunately, lost again.
"I suppose that's all for me then?"
"Drain your beer," I directed with a nod, "grab your consolation gift, and then hit the road," Informing them about a consolation prize was apparently lost on them the first time, but Mike had to inquire about it. "We don't want anyone departing unhappy," I expressed with Maryann in mind, drawing her close and wrapping my hand around her chest under her arm. "And also my Angel. Angel enjoys giving head and I've informed her that you lads would appreciate a BJ as a consolation gift. With Roger out first, Angel is eager to show off her oral dexterity. True, Angel?"
"Sure, Sir," she replied. I didn't urge her up yet, allowing everyone time to comprehend my statement.
"SHIT! I only just realized it now," exclaimed Rick as he stared at Maryann's neck. "That's Morse code. I'd seen it repeatedly, but couldn't understand the meaning. "
"What?" puzzled Marty inquired of Rick, still oblivious to his comment. Seeing as Rick had taken up a line of work where mastering Morse code was a necessity, his revelation made sense to me.
"Her necklace. Those aren't just random beads, they have a meaning. It's Morse code for SLUT. You purchased it for her."
"I did buy it for her," I acknowledged with a nod, "but it was a message of her choice." Putting my hand back on Maryann's butt cheek, I raised her up. "For the moment, though, Angel is aching to exhibit her oral abilities."
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