I don’t want to risk driving in this.” I looked out the window. I hadn’t realized that is was snowing. It was dark out. How long had I been up...here alone. “So what are we going to do?” I ask. Already pretty sure I know the answer. “Well, baby if you don’t mind, would you go stay in the guest house. Tiff and I still have some stuff to discuss.” He answers. “That is what I figured. Okay.” I say, trying not to cry again.I look away from him quickly and grab my suitcase. He takes me in his. Trixie was turning off the hot water and turning up the icy cold stream. "You little hosebag, didn't I tell you to shave your head before you took a shower? You can't grow your hair back until Mistress tells you to, can you?"Ed turned to Soames. "Trixie was pissed that Bronte is so into her hair, so we shaved it off her head. She ain't been allowed to have hair in nearly eleven months, except for the wig when she goes to work." She let you both shave her head? But you are--" Soames held back. She also has them all strip down to bare skin before entering the formation and taking their places. Each of them wears a loincloth, to preserve some level of modesty. At this point, they are all familiar with one another in various states of undress. So, it wasn’t a problem. Once they are in position, she begins heating up the floor underneath them again. It goes from the natural coolness of the cave to warm. From warm, it increases to hot. And from hot, Master Lee ratchets it up to. I could not stop them as she agreed with him. I was weak. I could not stop them as they both laughed. I was weak. I could not stop them as he told me that I no longer got to share a bed with her. I was weak. I could not stop them as they told me to leave the room so they could have some privacy. I was weak. I could not stop them as they pushed me into the hallway and closed the door. I was weak. I could not stop them as day after day week after week they had sex in my house, in my bedroom,.