“Doug, please quit, this isn’t my house. Just get dressed and go.” Sara whispered at the floor. I almost felt sorry for her, and by this guy’s...attitude, I was beginning to wonder if she had been coerced into being with him. He just continued to smile, and began to look my body up and down. My blood was boiling and I couldn’t tell if I was livid, humiliated or turned on. Something about that smile, what was he thinking? I couldn’t break my gaze from him. “I’m not going anywhere until one of you. “What the hell is that?” I would’ve asked if Pat hadn’t scurried up behind me and spoke first.“It’s a health notice,” Yuming pulled her daughter into a hug.“Don’t get that orange shit on me!”“It’s already all over you.” Yuming snorted. “Why does the father of my grandkid look as beat up as his slut?”“I’m not a slut!” Pat growled. I wrapped my arm around her. I think her words rushed right out my other ear. I didn’t understand Zoë. I wouldn’t comprehend why she was looking that smug. That. Chelsie'shand in the washcloth hesitated a moment too long at the Mistress' breast,but since the Mistress didnt appear to mind, she leaned foward and quicklykissed the pink nipple. Mistress Lisa smiled at her and stroked Chelsie'shair. She guided her lips back to her nipple and allowed her to suckle for afew glorious moments and then commanded Chelsie to finish the bath. Once theMistress was dried and dressed very sexily in white leather, Chelsie wasallowed to return to the dressing area and. "We stood there for a moment, about to go our separate ways before I managedto comment, "Pretty boring in here, huh?" Yeah," Carrie nodded, "It's kind of a drag. But my folks told me that itwould be good to meet other Weres." Mine too," I nodded in understanding."I guess all parents are alike," Carrie commended, then gave a faintshudder, "I hope I don't get like them when I'm old." Me either," I echoed. "I mean, they can be such stinkers..."Suddenly, Carrie burst out laughing. At my curious.