The fact that my nephew was privy to what was happening made those feelings far worse. I think if he wasn’t present and Master had said those words ...o me, I wouldn’t have felt a growing sense of shame. The realization that Jessie knew me as Amanda and would never see me that way again may have been part of that feeling. It may have also been that I care more about what someone who knows me thinks of me then I would someone I may never see again.“No, Sir, Mr. Jerry took it out and didn’t put it. But what, I wondered, could he possibly be planning? This question faded from my mind upon pulling into the driveway. It was quiet as we casually got out of the car, unlocked the door, and stepped inside. Immediately I went to the bedroom, and donned a clean satin nightgown. My still shirtless husband appeared then, carrying a tray of strawberries and cream to the nightstand with a proud grin on his face. Oooooo, this looked fun. "Just what are you thinking?" I asked playfully. Brett grinned. There stands my neighbor, Miranda, still in the plain red t-shirt and light blue capri pants, looking very … unhappy. “Hi, how can I..” “LOOK, THE WHOLE BUILDING CAN HEAR YOU. KEEP IT DOWN!” she interrupts with.“Excuse me?” I ask. “I said we can all hear you, all your sex and what not, not everyone wants to hear your little blond girl scream all the time”. “I thought you were out getting coffee?” I ask, not really sure what else to say.“I came back right around the time you decided to start. We were forced together, breasts crushed hard against each other, and we put our arms around each other, to comfort and steady and the warmth was welcoming.'Cum swap whores' came the call, decending into a chorus from all three. We understood the meaning, and Pia opened her mouth, covering my lips with hers, I felt her soft tongue trace my lip line at which I eased my load bitter into warm open mouth. 'Open yours' was the new order, we had completed the cum swap with consumate ease and I opened.