"Good morning, ladies," you say with a smile, pouring them each a cup of coffee. "Sleep well?" They both nod mutely, still too out of it to speak coherently. You wait for one of them to say something, anything that might give away the fact that they've just been brutally used and abused all night long.

But neither of them do. Instead, they take their coffee and sit down at the table, staring blankly into space as they try to piece together what happened last night.

The rest of the day passes in an uneasy silence. Ashley and Mona seem to sense that something is off, but they can't quite put their fingers on it. They avoid making eye contact with you, instead choosing to focus on their food or staring out the window.

Finally, as the sun begins to dip below the horizon, Ashley musters up the courage to speak. "Um... Joe?" she says hesitantly. You look up from your book, regarding her warily. "Do you remember what happened last night?" Her cheeks flush pink, and she looks down at her hands nervously.

"God, yes! We crave more," they exclaim in unison, their eyes widening with insatiable desire. Their movements become increasingly frenzied as they lose themselves completely in the pleasure and taste that they're both so enamored with.

"Oh absolutely not! Only yours from now on," they agree fervently, their voices trembling with emotion. "We're all yours, forever." They press kisses to your skin, their bodies shivering with need. "More smegma, please..." they beg, their eyes pleading.