Milo and I fucked as Carrie masturbated on the bed. Milo and Carrie would fuck and I would be the one masturbating. Then there were times when all thr...e of us were wrapped up fucking and screaming and having the most incredible experiences. As much as I want to tell you about the rest of that night, I am not going to. What I plan to tell you about now is what happened a few days following our special day. Milo’s parents were not lying. They were home bright and early the next day. We were. How come?"Sue looked at me thoughtfully, "You know, Mercy and I have talked about it with Juanita, Kathy, and Mickey. We all really like Gio and Gina, and think they will be good for us and I know we will be good for them. They didn't have a life back in Italy as their father was always afraid for them. The kids were restricted as to where they could go or what they could do. Look at how our kids have taken them in. It's like they have been brothers and sisters forever. I don't know, Steve, but. .. But please give me permission to wail and cry.”“Puddy tat,” Sam called out. “You heard your sister slave. She wants to be able to wail and cry. ... Which means someone else has to keep the count.”Puddy tat hurried over and stood alongside Sam. “I will keep count for my sister slave, Mistress Samantha,” she said. “Do you wish me to speak her thanks for her?”“No, puddy,” Sam replied. “The count itself is sufficient. Remember it is forty in sets of ten.”“Yes, Mistress Samantha,” puddy tat. My gym shorts were soaking wet as well as my sneakers. She told me to remove my sneakers and to stand on the towel. She told me she was so sorry about all the cuts. She pulled up a small stool to sit on. She had some peroxide and some cotton balls in her hand. She told me to raise my arms as she sat on the stool right in front of me.I raised my arms over my head as she started dabbing the cuts. Her head was level with my stomach and I could smell her perfume. She smelled so good. I could see.