They locked for a moment. I can feel you staring at my body. As I walk closer to the door, and you catch me, your hand running down my arm. I feel a t...ngle run down my spine. I look at you, and your eyes stare back suggestively.“I’m going in to take a shower,” I stammer. “When will mom and dad be home?”“The usual time, between 6 and 7,” you respond.I walk inside and glance at the clock. It’s 4:30 pm. I get up to my bathroom, and start running a nice cool shower. I strip off my bikini, admiring. Shannon was cock teasing me overtime. That is when my package arrived; I decided Shannon would be a slave.I put one drop into Shannon's coke as she went to the ladies room. She drank it and nothing seemed to happen. Mom was at work and was on the night shift this week at the plant. After 30 minutes I looked up at Shannon from my book and nothing.Shannon said "what are you looking at?" Nothing sis, just you're never quiet this long"Shannon threw me the bird with a stiff middle finger. Two hours. Maybe the first stirrings of guilt? Even though everything we’re doing is cheating, that was pretty blatant. Not that I made the slightest effort to stop her.“I just remembered that I’ve looked like that. Worse, perhaps. In the past, I mean.”Oh no. Oh my god. He was rising to comfort her when she furiously shook her head, her crimson curls waving him away as they swung back and forth. “No, that’s not what I’m trying to say. Thank you — really, thank you — but I don’t need to be hugged or. .." she laughed, "my God, you should have been here last weekend. We processed fifty people through this bathroom in about an hour. Everyone washed, shampooed and dried. The house slaves did a marvelous job, surprised even me, and I didn't think they could surprise me any more than they already had." Damn," Rochelle replied, "Mike wasn't joking. All of you really do live as kinky a life as he claimed."Laughing, Margo proceeded to tell her about the kinkier parts of the previous evening."I.