"No, damnit. No more. You," she pointed at Darren. "Kitchen. You" she pointed at Brad, "get the hell out of here. Now. I will not have you in my house...one second longer."Brad seethed. Darren could tell that few people ever said no to Mr. Vincent."Hey, Darren," another voice, Cassie's, came from behind them. "Is there any more... Oh, hello, asshole," she said to Brad Vincent.Brad drew himself up, but before he could say anything, Cassie was toe to toe with him. "Don't even go there, asshole. You. "Then after the switch, you and I should be screwing our own husbands, and the boys will be making it with their own sisters?" That's it," Stella agreed. "Everybody ready?"Regina thought that she'd been ready for a long time, ever since she got started in the husband-exchanging, son-fucking maneuvers. Glancing around the room, as they all began sliding and wiggling out of their robes, she realized that there was only one she hadn't had sexual relations with--Judy Baker, the luscious little. Without listening to her protests of not wanting to be any trouble, I led her upstairs, showed her the room, showed her the bathroom and got her a fresh towel and a new toothbrush. Kristen smiled sheepishly, thanked me and wished me “goodnight”.I went downstairs to switch everything off and lock up but when I got back upstairs Kristen was standing in the doorway of the bathroom still holding the towel and toothbrush. It was almost like she was waiting for me. I slowed up as I approached her,. Pressman, it will only take a few minutes, it is personal .” I whispered the last part. That seemed to get his attention so he agreed to return to his office and we each took our places on opposite sides of his desk.“Very well Becky,” he smiled, “What can I do for you?”I looked at the clock quickly. Two minutes after, I was going to have to work quickly. “Well… as you know I’m planning on going to college.”“Yes… I remember speaking before with you. A cheerleading scholarship or student.