CeCe and Amy thought that it was a good idea and returned the gesture.The only drawback was I still had to make breakfast, so I had to get up early an... get them out of bed. Amy and Ce would handle dinner, and they often joined me for lunch. We still took turns doing the dishes, and as usual CeCe was always slow. Threatening to put the dirty dishes in her bed when she slept alone fixed that.Was it all roses and happiness? No.Amy was much more strong willed than before, and CeCe was at heart. Sam squirmed, feeling the sting of the thin strips slap against his bare flesh. The whip wrapped around to his stomach eliciting a sharp cry of pain from his throat. He yanked his hands, forgetting they were cuffed up. Stop fighting! his Mistress commanded, slapping his face again. Mistress.. it hurts.. he moaned, closing his eyes. She forced a gag into his mouth. Shut up, slave. No one cares. she said coldly, pulling at his nipple piercings. He groaned as dull pain rushed to the area. He. You see, as much as I love my woman, we aren't so physical anymore."I knew where he was going with this. I hesitated. He wasn't my ideal partner, but I didn't know what would happen since I couldn't pay my cab fare. I think he took my hesitation as consent. He opened his door and then closed it before climbing into the back of the cab with me."I don't know about this..." Look love, we can either settle this now or I can take you home and since I know where you'll live then I can come and. He grabbed each nipple and pinched them hard and then unbuttoned and unzipped the short gray skirt. His fingers grasped the skirt and half-slip underneath and slowly pulled them off Lynette's shapely hips and down her legs. Carl could feel the wet spot on the back of the skirt and half-slip as he lifted her high-heeled shoes to pull the garments past her feet. Pausing to look at the corpse; he noted the large yellow wet spots on the panties and the carpet underneath. Grasping the lacy panties.