”Fern asked, “Aren’t there five senses?”Mom said, “Yes, the sense of hearing but my pussy can’t talk or whistle. However, once in a while ...t farts.”That got all of the other girls laughing.Mom suggested that I do them both at the same time. Fern removed her bikini bottom and got on the ground next to Mom. I knelt between them.I looked at their pussies. Mom’s was bald and her lips were full, Fern had a round spot of hair on her love mound. I touched their mounds, cupped their pussies, and then. She wondered if her hallway had a kitchen in it. This guy was definitely not a good host. He had not even left her anything to eat when she woke and now she was starving. She went the door and slammed it behind her. She was in luck. The next door she entered did lead to a kitchen. Since she was not the best cook in the world Sara sure hoped that this kitchen contained a microwave and thankfully it did. She went over to the refrigerator and took out something that was already in a plastic. Unfortunately, none of us had ever gotten around to getting a collegedegree or learning a trade, and it seemed there wasn't much call forwashed-up rock stars in the corporate world any more than there was acall for them in the entertainment world.I swallowed my pride first. I went back to singing and accompanyingmyself in small, smoky clubs. One by one, I got back in touch with theothers and found out that their lives outside of music sucked as badlyas mine did. Boop was waiting tables, Gordy. "He started to say something and I continued "The only thing I want tohear from you is 'Yes, mistress.' Is that understood?" Yes," he replied."Yes, WHAT?" I answered, raising my voice."Yes, Mistress," he said."AND," I admonished.He bobbed a curtsey."Good girl," I praised.Somehow, I was enjoying the reversed roles. With him in a maid's garb, hewas now my inferior and it felt wonderful to have him defer to me ratherthan the other way round. I would enjoy this, while it lasted.The 'new' William.