Sadopsychorama

She first said the words as the door knob slowly turned...Lon thought he saw a tear falling but the sounds behind her riveted him and his attention shifted to the opening panel of wood. "I'm sorry..."

She moved to the side to reveal one of the most bizarre sights Lon had ever seen; the heads of two women perched on seemingly metallic trenchcoats - one gorgeous and young with the sultry looks of a naughty-girl-blonde....the other woman's face was obscured by something - a shroud-like mask which crushed her features into a nightmare creation...

Lon could see it was a tight stocking pressing in on all sides and flattening her nose and spreading the cheeks of her face. She smoked through the nylon pouting out the mist into the room. Lon vaguely heard Cly say "sorry" and he began to realize why she had acted so strangely. In some strange weird exchange she had sold him out - had accepted cash for something THESE people wanted.

The smoking woman was obviously older. As they shed the trench coats their gorgeous bodies revealed hot, black and red satin lingerie. The young hot blonde obviously was wearing a strap-on dildo of immense proportions - Lon could see it's veins through the tight panties around her loins. But Lon really glared at the strangely attractive, stocking shrouded, woman on her left - she looked absolutely wicked - she looked capable of anything.

As Lon contemplated what "anything" encompassed he felt his own exposed nakedness and strained to contract his butt cheeks. Only succeeding in "winking" his already stretched anus and producing a grin on the young girl. Lon lay frozen staring at them -enraptured and horrified all at once.

The older woman placed a small speaker on the night stand at the end of the bed and raised a tiny rectangular microphone to her lips. She spoke and a distorted, surreal voice pealed from the speaker. "OK - CLYRISSA! - LETS SEE SOME ASS!" Cly approached the bed while slowly bending over - looking into Lon's eyes and mouthing "I'm sorry" yet again - her face rested perilously close to Lon's rectum. She flicked her snake like tongue out, in an almost rehearsed motion, barely grazing the rectal rim...a prologue of sorts....maybe, Lon thought.