In her tight red dress, Katya walked toward her sister and presented her back as always. Lena reached across and undid the long zipper and Katya slipped the dress from her shoulders, stepping out of it as it fell to the floor. Removing her strappy heels, she made herself comfortable next to Lena wearing only her dark red strapless bra and panties. They were in a double bed together once more. For a moment it seemed almost like home.

Of course Katya didn't tell Lena everything she'd done with Carson. Somehow she considered that kind of thing private between two loving people. Now that she'd found a soul-mate in this man, Carson Peters, she didn't wish to share those details with anyone, not even her sister.

What she did divulge is how happy Carson had made her, how tender and versatile he'd been in his lovemaking, how good he was with his tongue and his fingers, and how they'd made love for hours. Carson had not expected 'services rendered' by this Russian woman he'd obtained on the internet.

In short, Katya was deliriously happy with his way of viewing their unusual business arrangement where she happened to be the goods he'd purchased in exchanged for money.

Room service was prompt, and the coffee and croissants arrived with surprising speed. Hot coffee and buttery croissants were just right to begin the day, so they applied themselves to eating and sipping and licking their fingers until it was all gone. The tropical fruit was locally grown and very fresh.

"So that leaves us with the problem of Tony," Lena remarked as she finished her coffee.

"But is he really a problem?" asked Katya. "I thought you organized something with him. And I thought you liked him."

Lena smiled. "I do," she agreed. "He's so full of charm, that man. Perhaps too much charm. But I need to know more. He may be dangerous. Chipper says he's a real big-time crime boss. Very powerful.

"And there's the family. The twins told me he is not their real dad, and the way I am thinking, there may be more he is not telling us. Is he married? I don't know. They said something about Lorraine who is not their mom. She's in some kind of rehab place at the moment. It all sounds a bit suss to me."

"Well, families have all these things going on in their history. Don't forget, you aren't my real sister. He has no idea of that," replied Katya. "Perhaps we all need to talk - you and me and this smooth man, Tony."

"There is one most important thing," began Lena. "We need to make it clear to him that you are taken. I think perhaps he thought he could 'sample the goods' before he passed them on. We both know your Carson would not accept that."

Katya shuddered. "The last thing we want is mob warfare - some kind of shoot-out," she agreed seriously.

Lena laughed. "Leave it to me. The only kind of shoot-out I plan to see is the one Mr Matassini will demonstrate for me in bed.

The two of them were laughing as they were interrupted by a knock at the door. Lena, still in her robe, slipped out of bed to open it. It was Tony and he was standing there looking a little lost in his bright tropical shirt and casual pants.

"It's about the hurricane..." he began.

"You must come and join us Tony," Lena purred as she led him in, thrilled to see how soon she could consolidate her position. "I'm sure there is room for three of us here in our bed."

Tony knew he'd find Lena at home but he was astonished to find Katya there as well. He was overwhelmed by her tousled blond beauty as she sat there in her red bra with the sheet pulled up to her waist, and his penis responded accordingly, coming alive in his pants with a sudden rush of heat.

When Lena noticed he couldn't keep his eyes off her sister, a pang of jealousy stabbed through her heart. The sensation made her wonder if she was really fond of this man or if she merely wanted make a conquest - to own him because he seemed so willing to overlook her youth and beauty whenever Katya was present. She'd allowed him so much the night before. Surely she could expect more from him now.

She remembered how she'd played with him, cavorting in the pool with the twins and showing off her body as he lay on a pool lounge watching from the side. At one stage she'd lured him into the water, slipping off her bikini so she could display her nakedness in full.

Once he'd joined her, Tony hadn't been slow to explore with his hands as they kissed. She'd slipped his swimsuit off beneath the water and felt his hard cock, encouraging him to slide it into her when the twins went for fresh drinks. There in the warmth of the tropical pool, with her legs wrapped round his waist, she climaxed easily as Tony pumped his cum deep inside. To Lena it seemed a very hot thing to do in such an exotic place.

Now she felt almost forgotten as Tony focussed on the woman whose picture he'd worshiped.

Tony was mesmerized as his gaze fell on Katya. It was the first time he'd managed to see any part of her breasts, and they looked magnificent in the red bra - almost as good as Lena's. He remembered how Lena had looked in the pool.

"Hey Tony!"

He was so taken by the half naked Katya that he hardly noticed her younger sister as she nudged him onto the bed with a wicked smile and took hold of his feet, throwing him into a reclining position so that the only person he could see was Lena. Tony met this sudden attack with a mixture of astonishment and amusement. He laughed.

One by one, Lena removed his slip-on shoes and tossed them over her shoulder. They fell with a 'clunk' to the floor.

"We must make you comfortable," she suggested rather obviously, but her imagination was active. Naughty things were going on in her mind.

She quickly settled on something she had heard about in America. What was it called? Bat and swatch? No, bait and switch - that was it! She would bait and tempt Tony with Katya and use his passion to switch it to herself. She smiled confidently in her ability to arouse any man.

"More?" she asked as she pulled off his socks and tossed them aside, caressing each foot with practiced hands. "Shall I remove more?"

"If you insist, you tigress! I don't know!" Tony gasped, his toes curling at her touch. "Damn! Why are you undressing me? There's a hurricane coming. Didn't you hear the weather report?"

Lena was using her fingernails under his instep and breathing hot air on his toes.

Tortured by her touch, Tony couldn't keep his mind straight. He'd come into the room with Hurricane Dean on his mind and found himself swept up by an unexpected tornado. He caught sight of Lena's breast through the opening of her robe as it fell away from her body and his cock stirred again in his pants, swelling noticeably. He remembered her tits bouncing as she frolicked in the pool the night before.

Lena took advantage of his position. She was giggling at his unease.

"I can undo your shirt buttons with my teeth if your feet have had enough."

Exposing her teeth like an animal, she crawled onto the bed and straddled his body. She was growling quietly, nuzzling at his chest through the tropical print on his shirt.

Tony's cock jumped at the word 'teeth'. He imagined her pulling back her luscious lips, tugging on his shirt buttons with little nipping motions. Such attentions!

"You were looking at my sister - at her breasts, to be exact. A man could die between those breasts. Would you like to die there?" She was really teasing him now.

As she spoke, she crawled right up over him, growling like a voracious animal about to eat him whole. Her own large breasts fell forward inside her robe and threatened to fall out of the garment and smother him. With her dark hair in disarray she appeared almost crazy. She looked across at her sister and winked as she reached for his arms.

Katya edged forward and leaned her weight gently on Tony's hands. She bent and planted a kiss in the crook of his arm.

"Don't worry Tony. I will make sure she doesn't eat you alive," she purred.

He sensed her touch and shivered a little, not knowing whether to turn his mind to her fingers or imagine her naked breasts on his face. The feeling was so light that he dared not move in case he lost contact. Katya stroked his arms.

Lena continued her tease - so much rougher than the gentle lure set by Katya. Sitting astride his body, she reached for the knot at her waist. To Tony she looked as if she was about to reveal everything. She could feel his bulge pressing against her ass as she sat against his rising cock. Her dark, trimmed pussy showed as her robe gaped.

"Or I could tie you to the bed so my sister can torment you with her naked body..." she murmured close in his ear, slowly pretending to untie the knot.

"Tie me? You'd like to do that to me, wouldn't you?" Tony joked, knowing it wasn't his style. "I'd like to see you try!"

"Or maybe we can roll you over and I can persuade my sister to walk up and down your spine in her heels while I bite the soles of your feet."

"What? Only my feet? You'd stop at my feet, you vixen? Come on! You can do better than that!"

He laughed at her, trying to make light of her suggestion. He'd never tried that kind of thing, but the thought made him gasp. She was getting him interested.

Tony was trying to be cool but his cock was taking over from his brain and he was losing his grip. Lena was always giving him two things to consider at once and he was trying to imagine both of them happening to him - the heels on his back and the teeth on his feet. The double concept was so extraordinary that his cock sprang up and stayed there, forming a taut tent shape in his pants.

Lena continued.

"Now, that's enough sexy talk from me right now. But remember I'm still on the horse and I know how to ride."

She gave his calves a little kick with her heels and slapped his thigh. She was enjoying her game with this crime boss and he was playing along with her.

Katya spluttered a laugh as she listened. It seemed so funny. Lena continued.

"There's room here in bed for the three of us, but I have fallen in love with your charm, Tony," she announced. "You know women very well, and I'm one of them. I need to know you are thinking of me as the most important woman in your life at this moment, or I shall be very sad. Besides, Katya has been busy all night and she needs to take a shower. You and I - we need to get on with our business here."

"Business?"

Tony looked surprised, but Lena looked at him with a twinkle in her eye.

"Well, it's all about getting a man to do what he's never done before," Lena said mysteriously. "Do you have anything unusual in mind? Or will I decide for you?"

"Well... it's all... so... good... who can choose?" Tony answered haltingly.

Lena wiggled her bare ass against his bulge.

He knew she was joking, but she was such a tease he didn't know how to take it. Lena didn't play by the book. He caught another glimpse of her labia as the robe parted.

Swept up in a whirlwind of sensation, he wasn't sure if it was all triggered by Katya or Lena. Lena seemed to be doing all the work, but she was holding out Katya as the bait in everything she said. In spite of that, he dared not lose touch with the elder sister. He felt her hands on his and reached for her tenderness there.

Above Lena's waist, the robe gaped wide revealing a generous cleavage that promised more of what he'd only tasted the night before. Lena undid the tie belt and gathered it into her hands.

"Mmm... That's my Tony," she hummed as she slid off his body and tossed the belt to Katya. Her robe fell open as she began to undo his zipper.

"Lift," she directed, sliding his pants down over his ass.

Katya wrapped the tie round his wrists and tied a loose knot. It was more a symbolic gesture than a serious restraint, but he could feel it there. Tony couldn't resist the fear that she'd tighten the knot at some stage. He'd never submitted himself to anyone like this before, not even in jest.

Lena took hold of his pants at the hem and yanked them down his legs. Tony was desperate for her to take off his boxers. His hard cock wanted out.

"Hey, I think you missed something," he reminded her when she failed to follow through.

"Oops! Did I?" Lena laughed at her apparent oversight.

Apparently ignoring his desperate state, Lena was between his legs, crouched near his feet, forcing his knees wide apart as she began to kiss her way up the inside of one leg.

Feeling deliciously vulnerable, Tony felt the imminent exposure of his most sensitive parts as his cock forced its way upward against the fabric.

Tony groaned. "Take them off... please..."

But Lena wasn't ready. When she reached the general area of his manhood she rested her hand there absentmindedly as she began to lick and suck and kiss elsewhere - anywhere but where he wanted. It was agonizing for Tony. Why didn't she take hold of it properly? Why just touch without intent? His cock lurched, reaching for her, begging her to change her mind.

But Lena's mouth was ever upward. Soon she was nudging his balls with her nose. Above her, his erection was making a mountain out of his boxers, no longer a mere tent. The shiny silk was catching the sunlight coming in through the window.

Tony caught his breath. He could feel her nuzzling down there doing things between his legs, could sense the warmth and freshness of her dark hair as it brushed against his inner thigh. And there was something new. She was gathering his ball sac in her hands, making a bunch down there covered by shiny silk. What was she up to? She was supposed to take the shorts off but now she was making a bunch, tugging at his scrotum and shaping up a bouquet.

He gasped. "Hey! What are you doing down there?"

"Mm," she moaned in reply. "How low can you go with these big balls of yours?"

The feeling of pleasure was exquisite. If he'd gasped at her first touch, he certainly let out a huge groan at the second. Lena was grazing his balls with her teeth, eating them the way she would take a bite from an ice cream cone. She pressed her lips to his balls and let out a low growl.

"Grrr..." she growled again, licking her lips. "Double scoop."

The effect of the vibrations was like he'd never felt before, and it made his cock jerk under the satin fabric, desperate for release. He tried to pull his hands away to lower the elastic of his shorts, but Katya yanked at the tie on his wrists and held him there firmly. He felt the knot tighten.

"Stay there Tony," soothed Katya, patting his arm. "You don't want to injure your family jewels on my sister's smile."

As Tony arched his back and looked up and he caught sight of her blond hair as she bent to kiss his forehead. He could smell her womanly perfumes as she lowered her face to his. But he loved it. Unwilling to break free and hurt the one he adored, he fell back on the bed.

From her kneeling position on the floor, Lena looked past Tony's bulge.

"Tony!" She paused, his scrotum still tight in her hand. "We must talk." She gave his balls a little squeeze. Katya pulled on the knot.

Tony gasped. He wasn't sure if he felt pleasure or pain. Things were getting serious.

"Tell me about it," he groaned. "But not too serious, hey? You two gotta get me off after all this."

"Just fun-serious then. A quick quiz." Lena used the fingernails of her other hand to trace a few teasing trails of sensation over the swollen, silk-covered balls.

"First question," she continued. "You know Katya is spoken for. It's a business deal, so there's no way my sister can break the contract. Are you willing to say goodbye to her?"

Tony thought a moment. How could he say goodbye to Katya forever? There was something about her. He'd like to see her again. Hesitating, he tried to deal with this question - a strange experience for a man who selected his own friends and eliminated his enemies.

Lena squeezed his balls harder, reminding him of his need to answer.

"OK, OK! I'll say goodbye to her," he agreed after a pause. "But I must be able to say hello to some woman up front. I've just done a big import deal and the guys in the game need to see me with someone on my arm."

Katya felt relieved that Tony was prepared to take away the pressure. She edged forward and leaned over his face, planting a little kiss on his prominent nose. As she withdrew, Tony could almost see the kiss there as if a tiny feather had landed and stayed.

"Thank you Tony." Lena smiled. Already she imagined herself as the woman clinging to his arm. "Good man!"

Lena congratulated him, stroking his cock and giving his balls a little tug. The silk fabric pulled on Tony's erection, making it stand higher. Pre-cum was leaking through it, leaving a big wet patch.

"As part of our game you can make a wish. You have sacrificed something, so now you have earned a little reward. What is it to be?"

Tony thought once more. He knew he was strong enough to overpower both these Russian girls immediately but he didn't want to do it. He was lost in this little game of theirs and wanted to be part of it - part of both their lives in fact. But as the two tightened their grip on his wrists and his balls, the full realization that both women would not be available to him struck home.

"There is something," he ventured. "If you say I can't have her at all, can I at least touch her before she goes?"

The two women couldn't believe their luck. This crime boss was lying there asking their permission to touch. He must be besotted. They looked at each other along the length of his body as it lay between them, and somehow they felt quite fond of this lion of a man laid low.

"Naked or clothed?" Katya asked, preparing herself.

"You know there's only one answer to that," Tony replied.

"Nicely done!" Lena exclaimed. "You earn another reward. May I release your companion here?"

"Ohhh! At last! Please!" Tony moaned as Lena took hold of the elastic and lifted it over his erect penis. It bounced upward and wagged in the air as she released it from its silken constraint. The two women giggled, and Lena eased the shorts down his legs.

"Someone down there is saying hello," laughed Katya. "Here is a little reward for him - from me." Leaving his hands, she moved along the bed beside him.

For the first time he could see her clearly, and he could smell her too - the smell of a woman who'd made love all night - the scent of her perspiration, the lovely woman smell of her arms, her skin, and above all the smell of her sex. He could also smell the sex of the man who owned her now, the man who'd paid for Tony to bring her all the way from Russia - Carson Peters.

He wanted to love it all because it was Katya, but the effect was tainted. Instinctively he hesitated at that little piece of knowledge so unacceptable to him. During the night another lion had roamed onto his patch. It was all so hard for a man like him to take.

Katya moved her hands to her red bra and Tony's gaze followed. Nestled there at the base of her lovely cleavage was a small bow in crimson ribbon threaded through the lace. She took hold of the end of the ribbon and pulled. The bow came undone. Another tug and it came free.

Kneeling beside him, Katya took Tony's cock in her gentle hands and tied the ribbon close to the base making a neat bow on the upper side. His cock nodded its approval.

Tony couldn't keep his eyes off those hands no matter what Lena was doing. She began to stroke his cock, her eyes on his. It seemed ceremonial somehow. He was fascinated.

"Now your manhood is free - but not free; mine - but not mine." Katya whispered as leaned across to place a feather-soft kiss on his lips. "You may touch me now, but only the way I allow it." She knew she couldn't let him touch where he liked. Not after her time with Carson.