So technically I'm not a junior. However, it soon got obvious that we had to be called different names or it would be too confusing. My mother started...calling him Jack and me Jackie. I was known by both names to my friends. After Dad died, I decided I liked Jack better and got my sister and most of my friends to use that name. My mother switches back and forth. If she's serious about something, Jackie is most likely to be the one she uses. If she's real serious, it's Jack Royce Hill. I don't. Her position was truly a work of art. She was eagle spread on my bed. Her arms and legs were tied to the bed posts with scarves.Her pale breast's rose rapidly. She murmured something behind her bright red ball gag.I grinned. "Oh no. No speaking slave. Only good little girls may speak ... and you've been bad. Haven't you?Sarah nodded.Her face was flush with arousal.I dragged my little leather flogger across her stomach. "Do you like my new toy slave?"She nodded.I smiled. "Then I'm sure you won't. “Now I think it’s time we dispense with the Ms. Please call me Ann as I think that we are going to become very close friends, hmm? So, do you wish to tell me about this love of yours?”I looked up in time to see her sit with her legs uncrossed, again giving me another view between her legs. This time, though, I could see that she was as wet as I was. Judging by the wet spot on the front of her panties it had started a while ago.Slowly, almost teasingly she re-crossed her legs. No matter how hard. "Behind her she heard Miranda's short laugh before the vid-phone announced that it had obtained a connection and the woman turned the volume down. "I'll be up stairs!" called Misty over her shoulder, half noting that Miranda waved an affirmative as her sisters came down the stairs.As they often were, the three sisters were as done up as humanly possible, but this time, their attire was far more formal. Their dresses seemed more like ball gowns than simple formal wear, and Miranda was certain.