Claire was wearing a short yellow dress which displayed most of her cleavage. She was wearing her hair down and looked beautiful.“Good Morning, Slut...” Claire greeted me.“Good Morning, Ma’am,” I greeted her back.“Ready for a big day?” She asked me.“I think so,” I replied.She came closer to me and slapped me on my face.“Don’t think,” she said grabbing my cheeks with her hand, “Now, tell me, are you ready for a big day?” She asked again squeezing my cheeks between her palm.“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied. A dress Carlita had was too short, as she was much smaller and younger than their charge. At least, it covered most of her. The small hallway led to their own living quarters. Sheria stirred, mumbling in her sleep as she was gently laid down upon the narrow bed. Still hazy, she later recalled feeling the warmth of two naked and soft bodies on either side. She lightly touched rounded female hips. Warm fingers softly brushed back hair over one of her ears. It was tenderly kissed.Her last memories. I remember my first college party. I spent all night charming a tall blonde. She played for our schools vollyball team. I remember following her firm ass to a back room, I remember us sloppily kiss. Finally my dick was about to bust through my pants. But instead of just dropping my pants, I laid her down…foreplay a bit….In the dark with the sound of muffled party music as our soundtrack, i slide my cock out, maybe I slip on a condom and place my head in the warmth that awaited. Shed moaned. Did he give you a reason?”“Said he wasn’t ready for commitment.”“That’s a bullshit excuse.”A corner of my mouth quirked up. “I know. So what do I do about it? Obviously at this point I have to face it’s me.”Penelope brought up her legs and sat on her feet. She was so unorthodox; I liked it. “Why do you say that?”“Why wouldn’t I say that? If you knew my full track record, you’d understand.”“Hmm.” She stood and walked over to her bookcase, yanking out a particularly large volume that was called.