"Okay, Mr. Teacher, what have you got?"A century ago Brendan would have cringed at the misuse of the word "got" in good English. Now, it was just anot...er irritant and reminder of his new station in life.Brendan led the way to the front. He explained how he had sorted out everything and organized the letters and documents into some sort of order."What do I have to do with these letters?" Marisol pointed at one pile. That question began a long day of reading and making clear how each document had. Impressed by his long thick cock Joan said; ‘You know Paul I think we could have a lot of fun fulfilling our fantasies. In fact, only last night my husband Jack, said wouldn’t it be nice if you could bring home a suitable young man to play with us, treating him as our randy son and us as his perverted parents’. ‘Would you like that son’? He answered, yes mum.In the car on the way to Joan’s house, she tactfully told him about Jack and his ‘wants’ and he said he had no problems with helping dad. Judging time to be up, I returned to the bedroom.There I found a naked Sandy, combing the hair of an equally naked Maryann. Each woman's breasts swayed with their movements, and, as Sandra lifted Maryann's hair with each brushstroke, I saw a glimpse of the collar I had left for her. I know: sometimes I simply have to be grateful to a Generous Higher Power, that allowed me to savor beauty such as this. They turned to me as I entered, Sandra setting down the brush, and they stood, holding hands,. Having prepared her mistress, Catherine walked, still naked across the room and opened a large cupboard and brought out a magnificent blue corseted evening-gown. Catherine placed it on the floor and invited Sarah to step into it, holding out her hand for balance. Once Sarah was in it, Catherine lifted the dress up and started to fix the hooks on the back of the corset. Sarah’s shoulders and breasts were totally bare, pressed upwards by the corset so the rouged nipples stood prominently atop the.