"Oh my god..." Wayne said. "Are Greg and Matt... are they fucking?"His mother blinked and then laughed softly. "Oh, you've been out for afew hours. I ...hink this makes round four for them... but then I fellasleep for a few hours too, so it might be a much higher number thanthat." But they're..." Wayne said and drifted off."Having a good time. It's just sex. Trust me, if they weren't enjoyingthemselves they wouldn't be doing it so much." But... it's so weird! The idea of the two of them having. "It hurts," I said, blinking at the lights. We were in a kitchen, a tiny one, and I was leaning against the refrigerator and sitting on the dirty linoleum floor.We were in a small apartment, an ugly place, one of those two room flops you could rent by the day or week. I'd been there before, they were all the same, and the people who lived in them were ugly and stupid and poor. There was someone living here, in this one, a man I thought, judging from the pornography that littered his small. Becca smiled shyly and lowered her eyes again as his hand rose to touch her cheek. The fingers left an electric tingling in their wake; Becca was almost breathless by the time they came to rest on her neck. Her heart was beating quickly with her excitement from these additional touches from James's hand. "As for your other questions, you have already commenced the journey of discovery of what it will be like to be a slave. The fact that you have openly and without duress, signed the contract in. "My eyes followed her and when she went over to the cupboard she bent down and took out a warming pan. While she was bent over I saw that her housecoat had pulled up almost above her panty line. I couldn't see her butt, but I definitely got a great view of her upper thighs. Anna walked back to the stove, poured the milk into the pan and started it boiling. She then came over to the table and for the first time seemed to notice that I was dripping water all over her kitchens floor."My goodness.