“What did I tell you,” Brenda replied. “It was much better, being with you guys,” Claire admitted.“Thank you, Claire,” Brenda said.“Oh, ...es!” Stephanie cried. “Thank you, thank you! Oh, thank you!”“Anytime,” Claire said.“Anytime?” Brenda asked. Her face getting serious. “Well…, I want to be fucked like this every day. No, twice a day!”“Me too!” Stephanie cried. “Can I? I mean, can we?” “We’ll do anything,” Brenda promise.“Yes, we will,” Stephanie agreed. “Anything. Pleeeeee-ease?””“Well…,”. Otherwise you can just continue your education and dream of what could have been, without benefit of my feet and your potential pleasures.? She opened the door slightly. I stripped and knelt my lips passionately grazing her toes. Behind the doors was just about every kind of BDSM toy, utensil and contraption imaginable. I’d seen sex films and such, but never such an extensive collection. Whips of various lengths, long black straps and paddles hung neatly on a wall. An examining table. Last night mom told me that we were going to have a big day the next day. I had no idea what she meant, but I sure found out. Unfortunately, it has nothing to do with sex. That's how mom is - first she is wanting really bad to have sex, then the next day she acts like nothing happened. Well, that's OK, because I know it won't be that long before we have some fun. But anyway, what it DID have to do with was moving dad's stuff out. Most of it she gave away, and the rest she put into storage. In. “Look, can I use yo’ toilet?” she asked, as ‘Royalty’ stepped out of the car, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Fo’ Sho!” she said mocking Erin. I’m just gonna go in the crib, piss and be out.” She said to herself. To her surprise when she stepped out of the bathroom, ‘Royalty’ was standing in her bedroom doorway, naked as the day she was born, except for a pair of red patent leather stilettos. “Shit, baby, you made some promises, do you think I would let you get off that easy?” she said.