On my hands and knees I followed her (she kept her pace slow for me, absentmindedly, I could tell she led slaves around a lot) she led me around to th... front of the house, now she led me up the front steps and through the front door. The main hall was spacious, marble floor, large rooms opening off it to either side, straight ahead a marble staircase had wrought iron banisters. A slave stood in front of this facing the main doors, apparently waiting with her hands clasped behind her and head. She said she would be gone for several hours and here she was not 20 minutes later. At least I wasn’t wearing her panties. Maybe she hadn’t seen what I was doing with them. Dad was away on one of his long business trips, but would kill me when he heard. I stalled for a few minutes and then figured other than suicide there was no getting out of this so went downstairs. Ruth was sitting on the sofa and I took the chair as far away from her as I could. I kept my head down and never looked at her.. "OK."I turned to Monica and put my hand on her bare thigh."How about you, sweetie?"Monica looked a little dubious for a moment, then kind of shrugged."Sure."No doubt where Carla stood."Yeah!"I don't know how familiar you are with cheerleader uniforms, but all those stories about bouncing boobs are pretty much not true. There's a stiff front to the uniform, I guess you might even call it a sort of breastplate, that reduces the bounce. It's called a shell or a vest.For us smaller types it doesn't. ’ ‘Actually,’ Teddy laughed, leaning over and putting his arm around her as subtly as a horny college freshman could manage, ‘The guy who told me about this place said it was cursed.’ Cheryl looked at him. ‘Cursed?’ ‘Spooky, eh?’ ‘Cursed with what?’ ‘All he would say is that this was a bad place, and that we shouldn’t go here no matter what.’ ‘And so naturally, you picked this place,’ she rolled her eyes, ‘This is a road trip, you could have picked somewhere else. I liked the last stop just.