"Before we even get started, you're going to pay for what you've done, bitch! Now strip!" I feel the hair rise on the back of my neck at the command, ...ut nonetheless, I obey. Off comes my t-shirt and jeans. The women just stare at me, expecting me to know enough to take off the rest. Black bra, black panties, off. Their faces remain impassive. I don't have time to think about this because the moment I take off my panties, Mistress Nikki and Lady Lisa chain each of my arms above my head and kick. A guitar leans carefully against a small table next to the glass and I pick it up. A hand draws the binding from my hair, letting it fall down. My head inclines to the guitar and my hair covers my eyes. My fingers begin to pick out a Stones tune, something about not getting what you want. I remember you awakening in the half light of dawn to find me sitting at the bedside, watching you. My voice cries the chorus softly as I remember you stretching languorously, your long arms over your head,. I had better tell you that I asked him to sleep with my sisters too. He does and also my mom. When love becomes sacred it sometimes works like that. Janet asked: ‘How do you make love sacred? Ann answered: ‘True love is inherently sacred at its core. The trick is knowing when it is true love. Then nurturing that core. Allowing that core to nurture you. Likewise sex often confuses the issue but sex can be sacred too.’ Janet asked: ‘How do you make sex sacred?’ Ann replied: ‘Let me give you an. “I can see you enjoyed that” she said, nodding towards my semi-erect cock. I drew the towel towards myself and started to rub myself dry.“Oh fuck”, I said.“What’s the matter?”“I’ve got sand all over my cock and balls. I should have checked the towel had been shaken out.”Jayne laughed. “It’s not funny,” I whined “It’s bloody difficult to get it all off and I can assure you sand under your foreskin is not nice. No wonder the Jews and Arabs went in for circumcision.”“Try washing it off” she said,.