It kept her balanced. Four marbled oak pillars swallowed most of the room in their weaved bed frame. It would have been easy to fall asleep beneath th...ir guardianship. That’s why Cynthia had tucked her into her comfortable cage. But Marcella couldn’t sleep. Not tonight. The mail would be coming soon.So she sat buried beneath her blankets and ogling the idle shadows. The tall oak closet, her cluttered dresser on the wall, and the smooth glass cased shelves, all leaked darker than midnight black.. Needless to say, that assurance didn't ease their apprehension much, but they respected him enough to follow his advice. They didn't question him about it and they made plans to visit Kimberly like he suggested, as well as spending the day helping the girls still working on the loft, which was where most of the other girls of the household were heading that day.The master and mistress of the house, Frank and Linda Jennings, took off late the previous night, not wanting to be anywhere near when. She grabbed my hard cock and said "I want you to do whatever you want with me".She said we need to be quietand I told her don't worry I put sleeping tablets in James and Debbie ice cream so they would knock out and I wouldget a chance to seduce you...Boy was I being played...She drugged me.I removed my shirt then my boxer and my 6 1/2"hard succulent cock sprang forth and she quickly pushed my down on the sofa and took it all in her mouth.It wasso erotic and I felt wicked and dirty but no way. I can make my lamp look like any source of illumination.”John was still sure that he was being punked, so he said “Alright, if you can really make it look like any source of illumination, make this lamp look like a flashlight.”The genie nodded politely and snapped her fingers, and before he could say “presto-chango”, James was holding a flash light, which he quickly dropped in surprise. The genie gave him a dirty look and picked up the flash light, pressing it back into his hand. “Be careful,.