"I've prepared your normal room madam. Diner will be in an hour."Michelle didn't reply as she marched down the corridor to her sumptuous guest bedroom... Once in the exquisitely draped room she began to carefully unravel her nipples from the steel cord. She yelped and cussed until finally her bust sprang back straight, her ends swollen and tender. She looked around the room. She hadn't been here for over a year; Bartholomew banning her soon after his son, her husband had gone completely ga-ga.She. "Henry, see the wall there, " she said.He did. It was a wall of vibrators, butt plugs, chains, clips, collars and whips. "Yes, Governess," he whispered."I can't hear you!" Yes, Governess." Now there was a crowd of almost fifteen people. Even the manager of the store had come out of his office to stare."I want you to go pick out the following: Five butt plugs, two chains, a double dildo. Choose a good set of earrings, something decadent, mind you, and a good pair of nipple clamps. Get some. For once, I had a bed partner that seemed as tentative as I was. Yet, it worked.Sheila did not stun me with her prowess. Rather she struck me, again, with her ability to work in unfamiliar territory. I am very good at reading reactions. It is one thing that makes me a good kisser. It was a bit surreal, but also charming, to be on the other side, watching Sheila gauge my reactions. It was also a bit flattering, to have someone else pay that much attention to me. If I had not already fallen for. “Do you at least have a place to stay?” I asked her, now quite worried for her welfare.At barely eighteen, my kid sister was on her own just like me, except with the advantage of an older brother who was still hurt and angry with her, but loved her nonetheless. Was she still in high school?“I’ve been ... staying at a homeless shelter. After all, I am homeless now. I catch rides to high school whenever I can or otherwise get up early enough to walk there. I don’t even have my bicycle anymore,.