They had decided that Laura, Linda and Margo would become pleasure girls, little more than prostitutes who didn’t get paid. Marsha would become a pa...n slut. Finally Zoey and Emily would find their place as maids, they were the lucky ones. It was intense, in the end even Marsha had learned to obey in some manner. The worst part was different for every girl of course, but Laura still remembered hers like it was yesterday. It was about half way through the training, she was learning to cook. It was the day after I retired and we were on the PCH (Pacific Coast Highway) driving north from San Diego. We were going to take a couple of months to drive up the coast and into Canada and then east across Canada to Quebec. We never made it past L.A. A large truck lost control, rammed our car from the rear, and then rolled over us. I was seriously hurt, but Molly was crushed and died at the scene. Still trapped in the wreckage, I was holding her hand when she smiled at me, whispered "I love. Sexy, illicit, and illegal!“I don’t think you should be undressed like that,” I told her.She looked down at herself, then at me. “It covers more than the bikini.” A cheeky grin flashed at me.“Be that as it may, underwear is just as dangerous.”“These old things? How?”“It’s very intimate.”She grinned again. “You mean sexy.”I looked away and nodded. “Yes. Sexy.”“You should take your shirt off. It’s hot. Take your jeans off, too.”This time I grinned back at her. “Only my shirt. I don’t want you to. Your pussy's so warm," Shannon giggled, still leaking cum that now began dripping through her shorts. She slid her middle finger in too and began stretching her sister out. Maddi shivered and had to put her hands on Shannon's waist to keep balance. She closed her eyes, trying to absorb all the feelings her sister was producing. She felt the fingers, moving faster and penetrating deeper as she breathed heavily. Getting hotter and hotter, she finally forced her eyes open in an effort to keep.