Finally Sharon spoke.“Cunt you may stay here and still use your car to go towork but you will serve me as my personal slave likeyour bitch mothe... here. You will lick my ass uponcommand, be spanked regularly, and beg to be used asthe whore you are. If not, get your white butt out ofmy house. Bitch get your fuck face back down to my feetand lick,” she yelled at Mary who quickly obeyed.“This is insane,” Jane replied. “You can’t be real.”“Oh yes. "Later that day, we did go there, and Brenda and I spoke to the manager about it. Fred, the employee in question, wasn't on duty that day. We didn't make a big deal about it, but I did say that I wanted it to stop right away, or else I would make it a big deal. The manager apologized to us, and told us he'd have a strong talk with Fred. He assured us there wouldn't be a further problem.That would have been the end of it, if Brenda hadn't made a comment about how Joyce would have probably. Oh no. as far as i know, we are not allowed as we are sisters. it was so wrong.... but it felt so good.... i don't know what to do.... sore and exhausted, i let sleep claim me. I wake up to the smell of bacon, which is strange as we only have it on special occasions. i get up and redress, thinking I'll ask Christie about the wet patch in a bit. i walk over to where she is standing and put my arms around her, pulling her body in close to me. "Welcome back to the land of the living, sis. want. They carried her up the long winding dark wood staircase and placed her onto his big canopy bed in his bedroom chamber. He quickly undressed her carefully, trying not to hurt her in any way. They both looked her over for any broken bones but there didn't seem to be any. He had thought for sure she had a broken leg.He then covered her with a light sheet and blanket. They heated water and brought towels and he washed her face. They took some antiseptic and he washed the gash on the side of her.