"I'm sorry. I understand why you thought I'd be monitoring you. Yes, I was concerned about locking you in the basement all night, but I felt that sinc... I was in the house the whole time, I could unlock you if there was an emergency."Selene massaged my arms. "However, pain and suffering are not emergencies. I really enjoy acting like your bitch. You have no idea how much it turned me on while Peter was here, thinking of you locked in the basement, listening to us." Actually I had some idea. It'd. We even have plans for some impromptu leagues involving all six adults we'll have.And Larry is not bad at dining at the Y as you might say. He's definitely the best guy I've tried, and he is very enthusiastic even if you present a creampie to him. He's even learning some tricks to hold off his own release until Erica or I have cum. The man loves to please others, and tries really hard to make sure we are happy. He's even looked into what recipes he can prepare or have scanned. He's talked a few. C. one Thanksgiving in the early 60s. They lived in an old Mill Village in one of the Mill houses that had been slightly renovated in recent years. When they were originally built, they had no electric lights, no running water and no inside toilets.They now had electricity and water inside and two bathrooms had been added to the rear of the house on the back porch with entrances through the two back bedrooms and the back porch. There was an additional bedroom that had to use the bathroom. Her voice was soft as she spoke, ‘How are you feeling now?’ Annabel’s lips twitched into a vague ghost of a smile, as she looked up to Sarah, how she loved it when Sarah was the one who came to her at night and chased the nightmares away. In her normal soft toned voice she replied, ‘I am fine, now. Thank you Sarah.’ Sarah gently smoothed Annabel’s hair back as she dredged up the usual questions. ‘Was it the same dream, Annabel?’ The question was hardly a question any longer, it was just.