I ran to the door and open it for her. “Thank you,” she said with an unfamiliar seriousness. A minute later, she flushed the water. I waited for...her to come out. She didn’t. Instead, I heard empty vessels rattling. Then, I could hear water pouring into the tube. “Jill, you must protect the cast,” I cried out. “I am giving myself a sponge bath,” she cried out. “Do you need something?” “Nooo,” her voice echoed in the bathroom. “Do you want me to rub your back? I said loudly. I heard her. It was easily twice as thick as mine, and probably a good four or five inches longer. I wondered if it was twelve inches but I dared not ask. Was she seriously intending on taking it? As ever it was a mixture of fear, jealousy and arousal that kept me quiet. He plonked her down on our bed and she clambered back to put her head on her pillow. She then watched him as he peeled off his t-shirt, and then the remainder of his tight fitting trousers. He was now naked and her eyes were set on him. She said OH YES I'm sorry, then she turned to get out, her skirt ridding very high on her thigh. She slid forward to place her feet on the pavemant and that made the skirt go up further , stopping just below her panties. As soon as she stood up I hit the number two button and held it down as I took her arm to help her into the restraunt. She handeled that with ease. The whole time we waited to be seated I held that number two button down. And not untill the hostess showed us to our table did I. Charly went to complain but the look in her mother's eyes told her not to make a fuss, she went to get up, but found she couldn't move her arms or legs as they had been so used to being tied in position. Brigit realised this and began to roughly massage her daughter's limbs."You were lucky that Master Frank was so easy on you, he could have allowed Mistress Dominique to have you instead, and she'll harder with her slaves, I can't even enter her room to get Slave Wendy up, Mistress Dominique is.