She broke the kiss.“Why do I like it when you get hard like that?” she whispered.“Because we’re both perverts,” I said.“Done!” announced...Cassie. “My turn.”They traded places and while Cassie got comfortable and spread her legs with no reluctance whatsoever, Lori tried to find a mirror to check herself out in. She asked for a hand mirror, but I said we didn’t have one. She disappeared toward the bathroom.“I’ve never had to push where you pushed when I trim,” said Cassie, her eyes. Nudity was the custom now and sleeping arrangement were expected to be flexible and dynamic. The basement recreation room featured a video camera and an “Occupied” sign. If you wanted a recording of your activities there you would inform James and give him a flash drive for your copy. He reserved the right to archive every recording for personal use.Lucy was going to make good use of this. When her mom and lovers arrived on Friday afternoon, she took each of the other men to the “video” room. "Now you hear the door. It's your Mistressreturning! Run to tell her what happened." Obediently, I scampered back into the living room. There, Angela,pretending to see me for the first time, fought back a laugh as shetried to look shocked and exclaimed, "Who are you? Where's Gwendolyn?What have you done with her?" I tried to talk, but of course the pear-gag in my mouth prevented that.Angela still feigned outrage and shock, and, in short order, I washandcuffed. Then leg-cuffed. Then suspended by. Melissa bent and retrieved the towel before I had tied my robe then, indicating the chair in front of the dresser, bade me sit so she could brush my hair. I followed her bidding and kept as still as I could as she began long careful strokes with the hairbrush that had been laid neatly on the dresser along with an ivory handled mirror and silver comb. I closed my eyes and relaxed. The memories of my nanny brushing my hair as a child came flooding back but somehow, there was a difference..