"Go on," I said."Well, if you take all of the negative connotations out of it, then youfit the type. There's no shame. Unless you want to be ashamed, ...hat is.You'd be a good sissy. You already cook. You clean." I do that to help you," I said. But I wondered, too. Was there part ofme that was attracted to this life? I admit it. I found the waitressesattractive. I could probably work up a good fantasy. But not with thecooking and cleaning. I did that to help out. Didn't it?"Uh-huh," she said.. “I’d love to,” he said. I was sitting on the edge of the bed and Jeremy sat down behind me with his legs spread, one on each side of me.I coached him, brushing on the outside, holding his hand underneath it to hold it away from my neck, then reversed himself and brushed down the under-side. It felt so good and erotic to have his hands on me that way. I’d told him my scalp was a little tender and he was so gentle with me. When I could tell all the tangles were out of it and the brush was running. Looking through the rest of the Adults' House was a slow process. The girls were highly distracted by the idea of their living with us, but they weren't so distracted that they were going to miss out on seeing ANYTHING! They were probably even more eager to do so.They were getting very hopeful, especially after I said, "Julia, Carol and Ava have decided they want one or preferably two new girlfriends to live with us. I could joke that I'm outvoted three to one, but that wouldn't be fair. We're. . I am Alicia, she said. Then she told them her age and started to give them information on her life's statistics, but Angique cut her off."I think the gentlemen would be more interested in why you asked them to come see you, honey," she said. Alicia turned towards Angique, surprised by the suggestion that the invitation had been hers."I, ehm... ," she said, toying with the hem of her skirt, eyes on the floor."Tell them what a perfect little slut you are, darling," Angique offered. "How you.