On Lord Dammartin's command, the two maids approach blonde Rachel. They move towards her side by side as if conjoined — as if clockwork figures. A k...y is inserted into the lock and turned. The cage door swings open on hinges in need of oiling.Blonde Rachel steps uncertainly from her prison and stretches her limbs, arms and legs unwinding into an illusion of freedom that is soon snatched from her. Given no time to reorientate herself, she is handled, bustled with inconsiderate haste and taken to. ”“I’m sorry I made that agreement. Are you satisfied? I know you didn’t get the really big orgasm you were looking for.”“Very much so,” and I was, even though I hadn’t hit the big O. I looked over at the clock and saw that it was a quarter till two. “I’m glad I took tomorrow off. I have to shower, get dressed, and head for home.”“You sure I can’t talk you into staying?”“No, I have to get home to my husband.”I brought my own toiletries with me because I didn’t want to bring home any strange. Mr. Marks just told me that he was going to let us take ALL the yearbook photos for the whole school. That means not only take the pictures, we get to sell them to the parents and take orders for enlargements.”“Oh God Bobby ... Really? This means we won’t have to get that money from Mom.”“They are going to pay us really good for the cheerleader pictures too, and we’ll have to make up albums for the state cheerleader competition as well as albums for each cheerleader to have for herself. We get. Joyce grinned, pressed my hand on her tighter then pulled it from between her legs and said “Drive with both hands.”I stopped at a scenic turn out where my sister and I got out of the car. We sat on the grass while smoking more grass then decided to continue our joy ride. “Can I drive now?” she asked.“You haven’t sucked me. You go down on me, I let you drive.”Joyce studied my face for a few moments then said “You drive.” I sat and watched when she got off the ground and returned to the car,.