Ben came down for breakfast stark naked, with Bethany hanging onto his schlong. “Hope you two had a good time last night,” said Bethany. “We cou...d hear you loud and clear. I know you gave Kathleen at least one orgasm, and you were doing quite a bit of groaning and shouting yourself.” I wasn’t comfortable discussing this with my mother in the room, let alone with my sister massaging Ben’s naked dick. There was silence for a while before my mother spoke up. “Dinner’s at three. You have time for. Looking at the walls more closely, she discovered that they were, indeed, decorated with what she thought were nasty pornographic bedroom scenes depicting couples in various forms of sex, some more possible than others. It reminded her of a magazine one boyfriend had shown her, trying to get her to suck him.She did begin to understand the routine, and the pecking order in the harem. There were four privileged women, who had private suites. Davina was one of them but who the others might be she. I wasn't going to be light for another hour or so. She leaned up and took my face in her hands and kissed me gently. She withdrew and that's when the smile spread across her face as she pointed to the large towel on the floor. She was asking the all too familiar question of whether or not I would like another massage. Of course I did. I wanted more. I just didn't realize what kind of massage I was going to get, nor how long it would last.We went to her room once more, and the towel was laid on. But, with my promotion came the responsibility for my staff. Longer hours in the office and less time at home. I can't say that Angel was too pleased that I was working longer hours, but she never actually complained.Working in the office we had this young seventeen-year-old clerk, Sheila. A pretty girl, with a nice figure, she was very quiet and reserved. The salesmen and other girls would often invite her to join them for lunch or a drink after work, but she would always refuse. I noticed.