Now, she caught Buffy's eyes; the blonde sitting on the edge of the bed.No words needed to be said. Faith had never seen that look before; pleading, a...d something else... something Faith knew she needed to help Buffy with.Tentatively, Faith strode over to the bed. She kneeled down in front of Buffy.The older slayer looked down at Faith; tears still pouring down her cheeks. There were so many emotions in her eyes, but only one was beckoning Faith."Faith, I need..." she began.Faith covered. Large white sofas were dotted all over the place creating little secluded dens, Trace couldn’t believe what she saw, there were groups of people, and couples everywhere fucking on the beds, with people all stood round pleasuring themselves while they watched and joined in when invited. Helena dragged Trace to a free bed, right in the centre of the large hall, which was dressed in just the same way as the rest of the house, with men and women serving the guests champagne as they all stood. It was amazing. Since there I started to masturbate.”Sarah watched me shocked. “Shhhh... don’t call it this way. Mom and dad could possibly hear us!”“But that’s how it is called... Masturbation. But if you feel better with ‘pumping the pussy’, ‘fingering’, ‘jill off’ or ‘beating the bean’ I will call it that way.”, I smiled.She once again turned bright red: “Stop it, please! Call it ‘masturbate’ but please don’t use the others again, O.K.?”“As you wish, my little prudish sis. By the way when. I offered an embarrassed explanation of my fascination with my hair. She was surprised, but seemed supportive. "If you really like curls, you should have a perm. I'll ask my sister to give you one for your birthday next month." I said that would embarrass me, and I'd rather not have it done by anyone who knew me. "All right, then choose a salon to have it done. I'll pay for it for you as a birthday gift. Just let me know where and when you will be going to have your perm, so I can make.