She grinned her wolfish grin, kissed me and stepped in with me, facing me. “Fuck, that’s hot.” “So are you.” “I’m under strict orders to...make you sleep and sleep you shall.” “Later.” “Well, obviously!” We got out of the bath but not before her toes and mine had explored a few intimate places. We kissed as we dried each other and Babs led me to the bedroom. “Who’s been in here with you lately?” “You’re having a laugh, right?” “I thought not. No time, just like me, although Delphine asked me up. I need to know.Do we have a deal?" she asks.You smile. The girl is being as rational as she can be. Serum girls arenever fully rational, ruled by their bodies hormones, genetic impulses,needs and emotions. You can see that a part of her is relishing thedanger and thrill of being trapped as a common slave girl forever. Thereis something perversely fatalistic about serum girls, the way they toywith their freedom, almost wanting it to be stripped from them. "I don'tmake deals with slaves," you. She hugged me tightly and then proceeded to plant eighteen kisses on my cheek (I counted every one). At forty-five my mother was still an exceptionally beautiful woman. She was taller than both me and Megan, and bustier if truth be known. Although, she had always promised us girls that her boobs didn’t really ‘come into their own’ until after Megan was born. Her hair was lighter and straighter than Megan’s, more like mine I suppose. Mum quickly sat to my left and joined us as we collectively. .WHICK! WHICK!........WHICK!........" OH PLEASE SIR, PLEASE HIT ME HARDER!!!!!" John said, "Now Lyn, from the other side thrash her with that crop!!" The pair of them thrashed Celia for 10 minutes, John got her up! " BEDROOM! THE PAIR OF YOU!!" Celia's bottom was striped in a lovely fasion, ( not as hard as Lyn's)John had to make a decision, then said " Lyn, lie on the bed, bottom near the pillows, legs above the headboard!!Lyn obeyed, " Right Celia, all fours put your head near Lyn's pussy!.