His life-style and perversions were certainly well accepted in LA, and certainly no worse than what was going on in this house and neighborhood. He ha... left my mother's bed when I was 14 and moved into what we called the caba-a. It was their office at the time. Now it was a three-room suit with large bedroom, a full kitchen, a gigantic bathroom and a sitting room. A perfect place for a teenager who craved a little privacy.I entered the main house through the open French doors. The house was. I sleeping in my room, it was very late. I started dreaming that a girl was playing with and touching my nipples. I realized that it wasn't a dream. I was on my back I felt a hand on my left breast. I knew the only people in the house were my mom and her friend Sandy. Sandy came over to spend a few nights while my dad flew to Hawaii for some sort of business. I realized it had to be Sandy kneeling next to my bed. Her fingers were gently touching me. I felt shame, afraid and very, very excited.. They spoke briefly in some European language (Polish perhaps), then declared they’d love to come; provided we had enough dildos; they would bring the vodka. Just then some parents arrived to collect their darling ch1ldren, Ella bundled me into the cloakroom: “down on your knees, Bitch”. She whipped off the belt, tying my wrists behind, then grinding her hot crotch into my face. The cloakroom was only separated from the main hall by a short glass panel – any adult looking over the top would see. Now you go and enjoy your shower honey!”Under the shower Kim wondered what bits of her story to tell her mother – and what to leave out?Well lets see she thought, she made friends with this girl Kate who was with her dog; near the pool.Kate was a really nice person to have as a friend; and with her dog, you feel real safe too!Under the shower-spray Kim continued to spin the tale she would tell Mom;‘So then, Kate was going to the lake which sounded really nice; so Kim had asked if she could go.