The brush rises to the top of your head and falls like water through your hair. The brush rises to the top of your head and pleasure washes down over ...he length of your back.The sensation of bare skin against wood and your pants around your hips reminds you of what is coming. A little bit of distant worry. Anticipation mixes with each caressing stroke as the bristles slide softly over you. Each stroke of the brush luxuriates through your hair. Your hands sit on the the table in front of you and. “Can I get you girls anything?” He asked, the warmth in his voice obviously directed at his wife. I’m not sure how I did it, but I managed to keep still and not make a sound as the egg suddenly rose in intensity. Squeezing my thighs together, I focused on the table top, unseeing, my entire being concentrating on only one thing; not giving myself away in front of my Mistress’s husband.“An iced tea would be nice, dear.” Abby answered, sounding slightly distracted. “Shannon, honey. We’ve got. And, Lisa was certain, that Jeray would satisfy her in even newer ways than those Marc had.Turning to Marc, Lisa's face had a look of fear. "Marc, he's so big. I can never take him. I mean, having you is one thing, but he's incredibly big."Marc smiled, "Did you hear that Jeray? That black club of yours has her scared Lisa." They all laughed.Terri was laughing as she said, "That's exactly what I thought, Lisa. Baby steps, that's all you need to remember. And once he's deep inside you, you will. Once the door was open and Walt took off to his next job we climbed the steep, twisty stairway to the attic. There were a couple of old trunks along with the usual attic treasures—some piles of this and that and a couple of pieces of old furniture ... and way at the other end of the attic was a door, a closed door. Hmmm.But no bodies—or bats.We worked our way through the detritus left by former owners to the door—and found it was locked, too. What was it with this house and locks?As I stood.