Makeup?*

Ultimately, Samuel ended up in their very same situation. They played with him slowly, and this time he didn't fight back. He gave them free reign over his body.

His shirt unexpectedly vanished at one point.

Both Robyn and Adele's movements began to slow, their hands wandering more deliberately across his sculpted chest and abdominal muscles. It was as though they were taking their time, savoring the sight of his body. But their trance broke when they moved lower, toward a more intimate area.

"Stop! He whispered, "Not here," as a slight flush crept up his neck.

Although he had long been aware of the impact he had on them in their private time, he hadn't anticipated that their lighthearted taunting would quickly turn into something more serious.

His words seemed to have jolted them out of their reverie.