“That’s it baby, work yourself on my hand. Doesn’t that feel good baby girl on your wet little pussy?” Sara questioned raspily. The walls of h...r vagina were throbbing at an alarming rate, wanting to feel her daughter’s climax covering her hand. Her throat was dry as she maneuvered her fingers faster on Joy’s drenched clit, her daughter humping her hand with more desperation in each bounce.“Come on Joy, I know it feels good for you baby! Come all over momma’s hand and make it all wet! Make mommy. Thisis good. You may be rewarded later. This afternoon you will learn how toserve your mistress in menial household tasks. You will be giveninstuction by my Sissies, and you will be expected to complete the tasksin an allotted time. Mistress Sally tells me that you are lazy aroundthe house and expect her to do all the household tasks. That willchange."Chrissie, with effects of the hypnosis, seemed to be unable to resistthe thought of household tasks, if that meant serving Mistress Sally.At the. Sandra parted her legs and Lucy revelled in getting to taste her friend for the first time, working her own clothes off so that she too could be naked. She slid a finger into Sandra's pussy as she began to lick rhythmically at her clit. She felt Sandra's hands grasping her head, tangled in her brown hair and then she was cumming. Lucy licked gently until Sandra would take no more, then joined her on the bed, kissing her friend, her juices on her lips as their tongues twined together. "Wow,". No one explains what they mean. We're left to sit ourselves down to eat.I'm trying to take it all on-board. Thinking about how I'm going to write this up for the research proposal.Supper is on the table already, waiting for us. It's fairly Spartan food and makes for an interesting contrast with our gracious surroundings. There's a big bowl of muesli, a pair of stainless steel water jugs, a plate of oat cakes and another bowl filled with fresh fruit. We've each got a plastic beaker, a metal bowl.