"Well, maybe I should show you how powerful I am!" She snapped, staring dominantly at me as I stared back at her blankly. "Follow me," she ordered, wa...king out of the house as she tapped away at her phone. We brushed past some people in the hallway and headed outside.After a few moments of silence standing on the driveway, an Uber pulled up and she entered the back seat. "Come on, get in!" She shouted, waving her hand at me.After a short drive, we arrived at a block of apartments and exited the. Any new thing she brought home had to be presented with a receipt, even a pack of gum. Finally, they had given her a strict dress code and thrown out all of her clothes and makeup that didn't meet it.Still, things didn't improve. When she brought home a failing report card, they required her to study in the presence of at least one of them for a minimum of two hours a night. Any event or gathering she went to had to be chaperoned by either Mark, Lilly, or an adult they knew and trusted. The. The bar she worked in could hold 300 plus people and was wild. It was a country style bar. Things got especially rowdy there on Friday and Saturday nights. Her job was to dress pretty slutty and of course the sluttier you dress the better the tips, right? After all she was a shooter girl. She was little, cute and sexy. She stood about five foot four and weighed 110 pounds. She was thin and in great shape. She came home with tips regularly in the amount of three hundred dollars or more on a. Then she began to relax. A moment more, and Lynn breathed. I took a long breath in, and a long breath out. Then I turned my head to the right and kissed Lynn on the forehead softly. Then I closed my eyes, feeling surrounded by the warmth of their bodies and by the warmth of the furs. ***** I don’t know why I woke up first, but I woke up the usual way, with a tremendous hard-on. Never seemed to fail. Neither of the women had moved from when we’d fallen asleep. Both were still sleeping peacefully.