We've got time,' Cleo said, moving themicrophone to the piano and adjusting it so it pointed over thekeyboards to where I would be sitting. 'Let's try...a number andthen we'll decide, ok?''Good idea, what number?' Mandy asked'Do that Billie Holiday song, Liz,' Angela called out.'I could just kill you, Angie,' I hissed but she ignored me.'Which one?' Mandy called and Angela told her. 'That's a goodchoice, basically just piano and a little snare. Do it, Liz.'Reluctantly, I took my leather coat off. One had darker hair and tits. She was bigger than the other two and her hair was longer. One was smaller than the other two and had no tits, a male. His hair was somewhat reddish. My first companion groomed the older female at times. I decided they were a family, Mom, big sister, youngest son. Between songs I talked to them even though I realized they had no clue to what I was saying. They had yet to vocalize for me. They seemed to be mesmerized by a particular Vivaldi song and became a bit. When she had the bucket full and the mop damp,she proceeded to mop the floor till Jen came up andslapped her ass. “Do the rest on all fours slut.” She commanded her.Lee protested how she was supposed to use the mop, butJen slapped her on the dildo causing her to yelp.“Use your tits, slut.” Jen laughed. “Dip them in thesoapy water and start scrubbing. It better be clean bythe time I get back from outside.” Lee soaped her tits and started rubbing the floor. My wife was from a very well to do old landlord family. My Father was a senior Officer with the railways. I was the only c***d.After the customary Exchange of garlands, my wife and I were put on a stage like some specimen for exhibition and the guest one by one came and offered gifts to us and posed for photographs as a mark of attendence. With some of the guest we shook hands and with others we touched their feet asking for their blessings.While there, a very dignified old lady heavily jeweled.