Coincidence and mass hysteria could explain practically EVERYTHING that had happened to us in the past few weeks, but there didn't seem to be any way ...o convince the girls of that.Finally, I just decided to let the whole thing go. On with our lives. Back to normal again. Crazy. Weird. Normal.I pushed her back onto her back. "And now, I'll reward you for passing your little quiz in slavery 101 with a treat. Are you ready for sleepy-sex?" Really?" she gasped. "But I thought we couldn't..." That. I didnt want to end up sleeping with you again, I just wanted to see you, to catch up. I wanted to reassure myself that you were okay, doing fine. I couldnt work out why I cared, but I did. The piano bar you had suggested was really dark and quiet. There were only a couple of other customers in the place, down the far end of the bar. Id been sitting, waiting for 10 minutes already and I was nervous. I pulled at the hem of the dress Id worn, wondering again why Id worn something so short and. After some time, I think it was about 11.00 PM, all were fast asleep. I slowly got up and sat in my bed and watched others. No one was awake. So I slowly went to the other staircase without making any noise and pushed the door. It opened inward. I quickly entered it and bolted it from inside. Usually there were no lights in the verandahs. I descended the staircase and came to aunty's bedroom. The door was shut but when I pushed it, it opened. Inside also it was dark but I could make out that. Instead, she carefully began to arch her back in order to be able to face the ground. The mechanical vibrator pressed against her exposed pussy but there was room to lever herself into position. After much maneuvering her body had formed a perfect bridge posture and she was able to view the image on the ground. It quickly became apparent that it was intended for her to be positioned this way, as the writing was the correct way up for her to read clearly: ‘Lying is fun,’ read out a perplexed.