By now he’d realized that he was just a spectator at the acting out of a very personal fantasy but at the moment he had no objection to that whatsoe...er.Meanwhile, she was continuing on as if he’d actually replied: “Okay, okay, I’m doing it!”She picked up the egg and, to Bird’s astonishment, handed him the remote control. Then she turned so that her back was against the door again and lifted her right leg, bending it so that she could rest it on the seat between them – giving Bird a clear view. "What do you mean, what do I mean 'doing it'? God, do I have to spell it out? He and that hussy, Judy, the divorcee from down the street were having sex. Right in that bed. Our bed. It was a defilement is what it was. We never have sex in that bed. Good beds aren't for that."Where do we have sex, then? What has that got to do with anything? When I can't stand his complaining about it any more, and give in to him, I try to use the spare bedroom. That way I can get up and wash the sheets right. That evening Mia and Liana sat on the princess’ bed. Both wore nothing but their cotton side-laced panties. They sat side by side, their hands on their laps, and did not speak. By the side of the bed their other clothes were neatly folded in two tidy piles. It was all part of the game, all discussed in advance.Liana had told Mia how, as a princess, she had never truly been punished. “It would not do to treat royalty like a common servant” she had said, in the mocking tone she used to. Somehow taking his time for a shot quick kiss, how he did it I don't know. It felt unhurried, complete yet fast."Go on. Keep Cleo and Flo here. You too." He added sternly. "I'll be back." He left me at a quick pace. He kept his hands in his pockets but his stride was long and fast.I took the drinks and went back to Cleo and Flo. I sat back down on the lounge chair."Take your drinks." I instructed calmer than I felt. "Relax. Eddie is on it."Flo looked from me to Cleo, uncertain. I nodded at her..