The shed.

All 3 Satra women submitting to him in the shed was only fitting. It was like poetry, it rhymed. The hat trick would feel incomplete without the shed serving as the place where he finally conquered the family of bombshells, Barry reasoned.

After all, the younger sister was the final piece of the puzzle, and he should complete it where he started it.

With his mind made up, Barry went to go retrieve Millie from the shed. The sleeping Millie would only serve as a hindrance to his plan if she remained there.

It would be hot if Millie were awake to catch him barrowing Kelli, just like how she saw him claiming Sheila. Again, it’s like poetry, it rhymes. He highly doubted that she was awake though, since he had probably fucked her right into the middle of next week.