We will," said Hamako, suddenly. It was obvious she was serious, but the implication was unavoidable that she would prefer not to leave.Megan looked a... the girls, and then at Bob and then back at the girls. She let her hands fall to her sides as she looked back at Bob."Don't maul me," she said firmly. "Having an audience is strange enough." I'm sorry," he said. "I was excited. Thinking of getting you naked makes me very excited." That's more like it," said Megan, her voice soft. "A little. She opened it, revealing a large high-ceiling living room. 'Nice,' I thought. It reminded me a bit of my own living room; 'old' living room, correcting myself in my head.Walking to a light switch, she flicked it up and down a few times, with no response."Damn, the power is out," I heard her quietly murmur to herself. "You're soaking wet. Let’s get you dried off and changed out of those clothes before you catch a cold."“Fuck!” I practically shouted, probably taking her by surprise, I had been so. He looked over, said okay, and went back to his book. Next time she wore bikini panties and one of Jason’s long t-shirts. She leaned against the door, crossed her newly-shaved legs, and asked if he wanted anything from the kitchen. Her reward had been a quick glance and a no thanks. Back in her room, Kelly plopped down on the bed to re-think the situation. Since moving home, she’d noticed a change in Jason’s manner. It came and went. Still, she recognized the signs. No doubt about it, her. She ordered me to sit down at her make-up table. She made my face up like I was a little whore. Very red lips, light green between eyes and eyelashes, contoured with a black make-up pencil. In my earlobes she clamped large golden earrings.This was a game we used to play a lot. I love being made a slutty slave-girl, and I tried to make an appointment with my mistress Ulla every two weeks. But this time she had something very special for me in her mind. She grabbed a long leather coat and I had.