"That was convenient," she said. "You think of everything."
"Don't thank me," I said. "I just noticed that they were here. It was Mrs. Reynolds who thought of this."
"You're kidding! Boy, you guys are really lucky." She looked up at Jim, who looked like he wouldn't be moving for a few minutes. Jim had been watching the cleanup with glazed eyes, but he nodded when he heard Lori compliment his mother. He was just beginning to understand how lucky he really was to have her for a Mom.
"Where is she, by the way? Upstairs?" Lori asked.
"She's up the street, visiting Neeka's mother. I don't think she will be back for a while. We can call if there is something we need. Why?"
"If I had a party, my mom would have her nose in the room every thirty seconds, making sure that no one was having any unauthorized fun. She sure wouldn't fill up the room with towels, the kitchen with pizza and the fridge with soda and split so we could have privacy. By the way, that bull you handed my mother was a masterpiece. What did Jim call you? The Master? What's up with that?"
Jim decided to stick his two cents in at this point, "Because she is The Master. She's freaking amazing. She can get anybody to do anything she wants. She's also the toughest mofo you never want to cross. I'm proud to call her sister."
"Sister? You being adopted?"
"Purely an honorary thing at this point. But it does look like I will be part of the family."
"Kinky. Speaking of sisters, how's mine doing?"
"Looks like she's doing just fine to me. Looks like Bud thinks so, anyway."
Bud was flopping his head back and forward on the sofa cushion. He was torn between wanting to watch what was happening to his cock and surrendering to the sensation of having two girls blow him. The indecision was the only reason he hadn't already cum. As we watched, the choice was taken away from him. Neeka reached up and pushed his head back and then ran her hand down his chest.
Sara had decided to try and deep throat Bud. It was a pointless attempt, since the girth of his cock was obviously way too big for her mouth, much less her throat — as she was finding out. Still, she deserved points for trying. She still had her mouth wide open on his cockhead when Bud climaxed. His cum blasted the back of her mouth and ran out her nose. She tried to pull off, but she had wedged herself onto his cock and was momentarily stuck. Bud gave her the whole load before she could get free.
When his thick cock popped out of her mouth, she was in distress. Cum was dripping from her nose and she was choking on some that had gone down the wrong pipe. Lori handed her a towel and she coughed up a good bit of Bud's cum. She blew her nose and tears ran from her eyes.
"Way to go, Sara!" I said. The girl deserved an A for effort if not for execution. She would know better next time. Neeka and Lori also congratulated her and Neeka patted her on the back. She smiled at the complements. She couldn't have given that many blowjobs and she deserved to be encouraged. I remembered how many I had given and thought that this one might have put her ahead of me.
"Is there any soda left?" Sara asked, pitifully. She badly needed something to wash down all the cum clinging to her throat.
"There's lots in the fridge," I said. "Come with me and we'll get you some."
I started toward the stairs, but Sara stopped to pull in her jeans and top first, so I put my dress back on as well. Even though I was comfortable in just my skin, I figured that it would be better to humor her. People can be funny about things. She seemed quite comfortable with an audience watching her choke down Bud's cock a moment ago, but walking to the kitchen in her skin made her uncomfortable. Go figure. Seeing the two of us get dressed, everyone else put their clothes back on, too.
At first I was disappointed about this. I thought it was a step backward in the relaxed atmosphere I wanted to have for a party that had gotten off to such a great start. When I thought about it, I understood that my thinking about nakedness being sexy was wrong. Skin is boring. It's the same skin all the time and you get used to seeing it and it's not sexy anymore. Clothes are sexy, because they can be changed to hide or show skin in different ways and in different combinations. This was something I should have already learned from seeing Bambi change clothes constantly. This was why she always seemed to be wearing the sexiest clothes; not because of the skin she showed, but because it was a constantly changing display. The clothes themselves became interesting. You never knew what she was going to wear and how she was going to look. The result was that you always looked forward to seeing her and she always got your attention when she walked into the room. I figured that this alone was an important lesson in how to dress — understand why you are doing it.
I let Sara pick out her brand of soda while I got her a cup and some ice. She had just started gulp it down when there was a knock at the side door. The only person who might have used that door was Bambi, but she would have come in the front, since it was closer to the street. She would not have needed to knock, anyway. I tried to warn Sara, but she pulled the door open before I could stop her.
The two men who pushed their way into the kitchen were certainly not invited or expected guests. I think Sara guessed as much when they grabbed her and put a hand over her mouth and a knife to her throat.
"Well, well, looky what we got here, Leon. Ain't these two a pretty pair?" The man holding Sara growled.