Ylena peers at it and seems to approve. She turns back to Judy. "Tell Fifty why you are here, Nineteen." Corporal punishment, Gaspazha," Judy says wit... a gleam in her eye." Her use of Ylena's title rekindles old jealousies. She's my Gaspazha. I am her slooga, vash slooga, I say to myself, watching in dismay as the brightness in Ylena's eyes tells me that she takes as much pleasure in punishing Judy as she ever had me. But Judy's next words give me a shock, "It's for a corporal punishment. She did swallow my whole load and I had her spread her knees wide and look into my eyes. Then I told her to masturbate but hold off cumming until I gave her permission. I loved what I saw. And, she love what she was doing. I made her cum four times in a row realizing that each cum was a long lasting shivering experience for her.At last I lifted her to her feet and with her hands by her sides, I wrapped my arms around her and gave her several mighty hugs, kissing her deeply and crushing her. Mom and Paula were standing watching me. They had their arms around each other. Paula whispered to me “don’t stop pet, make yourself cum”.The young girl on the screen was reaching orgasm. I looked up and mom’s dress fell to the floor. Paula had unzipped it. Mom stood wearing just her black satin and lace bra, with a small pink bow and her matching panties. She also had a belt on similar to the one I was wearing and nylon stockings that were held up by the belt.Mom reached over to Paula. She. Someone had gotten smart and advertised that the week’s leftovers would be sold at a reduced price. We usually had a busy breakfast and lunch crowd, but things tapered off for dinner on Sundays. They’d solved that problem.I spotted Mary talking to some customers. She waved me over, and I said hello to the couple. They were part of the Booster Club, which made them VIPs, as far as I was concerned. When we were done, Mary led me to the kitchen.“I’m putting you upstairs tonight. We’ve decided to.