I don’t know if mice make plans, but the best laid plans of this man had totally gone astray. Perhaps the poet should have written, “The best laid...plans of mice and men oft go astray; especially if there is a woman involved. As I was to find out, the more women there were involved, the less recognizable a man’s plans became when all parties had revised and approved them.Both of those women agreed I should add a third girl to the mix as soon as possible. I was determined to stall as long as. Then whileshe got down to rinse I spread a towel on the floor and she ordered me tosupport her as she stepped out. That was a slaves duty she said; I wasalmost sorry to take that glistening shine of her beautiful curves as Ibegan to dry her. "What do you think about my body George?" "Wow... you are a goddess Mz. A brick shit house, as we use to say." "You like washing me this body?" "I...I yes you've got an unbelievable shape." "So I suppose you wonder why I'm not married at. The following morning I slipped quietly into their cabin and gently roused Bernard from his slumbers. Sometime during the night he had slipped his pyjamas over the body shaper as though in anticipation of being woken in the morning. He mumbled grumpily as I gently led him to our cabin and sat him on my and Veronicas bed.As I whispered I casually unbuttoned the pyjama jacket to reveal the soft pink body-shaper that Jane had so sorely missed. For a few seconds he must have forgotten he had it. There were whispers about our family. Vicky had heard them. People wondered if he did other things with other members of the family.It was so dangerous, but it made everything so much more exciting.I fell to my knees before my son. He was so strong and hunky. My sister and I reached out, unzipping his jeans. I shuddered at the rasp. And then his cock popped out, so thick and hard, throbbing, needing to be serviced.“Oh, suck his cock, you naughty slaves,” moaned Melody, the exam table creaking..