Not surprisingly, they had a very similar change in their eyes. They were sisters after all. But Shannon wasn't Susan, so I wasn't 100% certain.

"Wh...what are you asking?"

"What I am asking is if I told you I would take you upstairs to the bedroom as long as you did anything and everything I wanted. Would you let me fuck you?"

OK, now I was certain. However, women always seem to find something very interesting about tables right in the middle of conversations. I was never going to understand that.

"Yes, Dave," she whispered.

"Susan would be hurt if she knew."

"She doesn't have to know..."

"I am only...