“Look at this. You have gotten my fingers soaking wet. You dirty little whore. Clean them up.” Catherine demands as she shoves her fingers in my m...uth. I greedily start licking my juices off her fingers as Diane stops sucking on my neck and starts whispering in my ear again saying, “Look at you, you dirty little slut. Clean your mistress’s fingers good. That’s right suck them clean like the dirty little whore you are. “ I clean every last drop off of Catherine’s hand as Diane starts kissing my. Some of that research I did on the web had been on 'little house' plans. They billed themselves as adaptable to anything. My plan was to adapt the plan to a cabin in the woods. It was also my plan to build a cabin I could live in. I figured if I could live in it, other people would find it appealing. Men could get off on the rough shit, and women would appreciate my girlie additions, like a shower. Men might buy a cabin that had no way to fight off their body odor for a week or so, but women? I. I reach for the sewing kit, slowly so she can see exactly what I’m doing. I open the kit, a simple folding wallet, and undo the press studs holding the swatch of fabric with the dressmaker pins. I look over at my lover, staring at me now with eyes wide. Still tears at the edges, but hints of questioning and the first dribbles of fresh fear creeping in. As I separate the swatch of pins and return the rest of the kit to the nightstand, a gust of lavender reaches my nose. There must be a sprig. ” She went to her closet and pulled out a pair of medium-heel sandals for herself.Barbara groaned again but complied, slipping her pumps back on. Looking at herself in the mirror again, she commented, “Jesus, I didn’t dress like this in high school!”“I’ll bet you weren’t as good in the sack in high school either.”Barbara grinned. “Speak for yourself!”Georgia laughed. “Come on, let’s go.”“This is a Sunday, you know. We’re probably violating the blue laws somewhere,” said Barbara.“If not, we.