”Eamon thought he saw a pattern developing. “The other twins are scientists, right? What do you do, Elle?”She smiled sweetly. “I make money...”“What, you’re an economist? A financier? What does that mean?”“It means that I make money. That’s what I do. That’s what I’ve always done. God knows someone has to do it around here or we’d be in deep trouble.”Emmy said, “E-man, it’s like my sister has a printing press out back. Daddy tells her how much and Elle makes it. That’s the way it’s been. "Rule number two: You will always refer to me as Master or Sir." "Yes........Master." "And the final rule is: You will always answer me promply and honestly. Is that clear?" "Yes sir." I reach down to cup her pussy again finding just as wet as it was earlier and start rubbing it slowly."Now how long have you been having these fantasies mother?" "Which ones sir? About you? Or about BDSM?" Both." I reply."Well, for as long as I can remember sir. Your father used to Dominate me but I havn't been. She was on a little touch of LSD which was her nympho d**g combined wit a wine cooler or two. When the guys arrived she played hostess serving coffee to the guys as we did diet pills that gave us marathon hardons, thinking kinky thoughts, and horny all weekend. The guys all brought one or two gifts for her, which she unwrapped as they finished their coffee. Doug got her a remote control butterfly shaped vibrator that would part her pussy lips and vibrate her clitty. Bob spent the most and got. Making sure she had caught their attention, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and began stroking her breasts!It was all I could have hoped for and suggested even better times to come. We took a cab from the airport and Megan continued flashing her stockings for the cab driver, the bell hop and even the desk clerk as she bent over to ‘straighten her seams’!I had champagne waiting in the room. We dropped our bags and settled by the window overlooking Bourbon Street . I popped the cork and we.