She seemed to have a certain excitement about her but kept her composure and entered into conversation with me, enquiring as to my age and health and ...ommenting upon my clothing and appearance. I engaged in conversation with her as Mistress Pickles and Jenkins had advised me I should, complimenting her and making no enquiries concerning her identity nor her private life. We conversed genially and occasionally she would touch but never immodestly. I noticed Miss Jenkins placing paper shades. I noticed that Olive was happy with Ellen leaning back against her chest.They went up to cuddle in bed together. Both slept nude, but it was for skin-to-skin contact and nothing else. Ellen hadn’t even taken her vibrating friend off the charger since we returned from the Thanksgiving trip.“What are your plans for New Year’s Eve, David?” one of my uncles asked. “Kind of hard to top last year.”I shrugged and said, “I’m not even going to try. However, I will take the kids from my senior AP Honors. ‘No I can’t. But none of us ever know what others have to go through until they give us a glimpse of it. Your parents obviously loved you two girls more than anything and they were always trying to protect you, even though you didn’t know it.’ ‘Sweetheart, I need your love tonight. Just soft and tender loving. Can we do that?’ My answer was to slowly start removing her clothing a piece at a time and stopping to kiss her body as it was revealed. She stood there and gazed at me as each piece fell. " "I don't know yet if you're a masochist or only a submissive. I prefer submissive, not masochist. The difference is one screams when the other smiles. I'll find out easily." She went and got a sip from her drink sitting on her chair. It was a technique she constantly used to break up a conversation. She could just as easily have placed her drink on the floor near to him as she had done with his drink last night. "Obedience is the first rule and only rule. You will always obey.