The first thing they noticed was how dimly lit the room was. Scented candles, strategically placed, provided the only light they would need. The curtains were closed, giving anyone in the room a false sense of the time of day. As instructed, the girls followed a trail of red rose petals that led straight to the king-sized canopy bed. The closer they got, a strong scent of marijuana began to fill their nostrils. As they walked through the living room and entered the bedroom, they saw huge billows of smoke floating in the air and the bright orange ash glow from the tip of a lit joint. Q sat in the corner puffing on a blunt. He watched as they entered the room.

The purple haze marijuana Q smoked was powerful. He was an avid weed smoker; he could handle it. The euphoric feeling that came over him made him horny, freaky to be exact. This was his Viagra, Ecstasy, his love drug. There would be no premature ejaculation while he was high off this. He planned on going long and strong. Not that he really needed it anyway. It was more of a psychological thing. It was a confidence booster.

“Ladies,” he greeted them, in a deep seductive tone. Through squinted eyes, he strained trying to size up the girls. Sis look good, he thought, referring to Kat. He was already fully aroused. There was something about new pussy that excited him. It always made him come back for seconds. He often wondered was it really good or was it just his imagination. Q never ascribed to the theory, “It’s never as good as the first time.” He knew he was going to enjoy being in the middle of this man sandwich. Little ole him, blanketed by two gorgeous girls.

The girls proceeded to undo their raincoats, letting them fall to their feet, exposing their well-sculpted bodies. Tender went and retrieved a bottle of baby oil from a nearby table. After squeezing out a handful of the lubricant, she passed it to Kat, who did the same. All of this was done in complete silence. This was part of their role-playing.