They kept us positively one hour kicking our heels and keeping watch for them. At last Sophie and I heard Fred hallooing to us from the terrace, and w... ventured to approach the hut.The dear occupants were in the very agonies of spending, as evidenced by their cries of delight, which met our ears as we approached the entrance. We halted for a moment to listen, but we had approached at the acme of delight, and the sudden silence, broken only by occasional, deep-drawn sobs of delight, showed that. “Did you think Frank injected me with a chemical that would make me ugly?” my redheaded wife asked. “The bimbo process can't be reversed. The serum just restored your normal intelligence for about an hour. Soon, we'll both be slipping into that wonderful, smothering happiness.”“So, Donna, go downstairs and help my wives clean up the house,” I ordered. “You and Ryan will be doing most of the work. I really doubt Janet, Becca, and Nicole are doing much.”“I could just leave,” Donna said.“Naked?”. ”“Oh, yes, keep fucking her, Sayuri,” Lori moaned. “Oh, damn, Yoshiko, this feels so good.”“Uh-huh.” Yoshiko lifted her head and swept her gaze around behind her, watching her friend’s breasts bouncing before her as she pounded Yoshiko’s bowels. She’s so beautiful. A part of Yoshiko wanted to blurt out, “I love you,” again and make sure Lori heard her this time.But what about Chris? Lori loves Chris. They’re both my best friends. I can’t break them apart.Guilt washed through her. But only for a. Each day, it was the same thing. Do this, do that! I simply lost trackof the number of orders, not requests, orders, that Theresa gave me overthe course of the first week alone.It was not something I was used to having to deal with. I was accustomedto giving orders, not taking them. I almost could not believe the extentto which Theresa was taking the whole arrangement.Theresa never failed to take full advantage of her position. She seemedto like watching my executives squirm, almost as.