If she was in charge of the house when dad was gone, she could be as ruthless as she pleased.“You are the oldest, but I’d prefer you text me if yo... need something addressed,” Dad held up his iPhone and shook it to show he was always a few taps away.“You can’t delegate like Master Davidson said,” Lindsay reminded him that Eddie had told us that a good master knew when to delegate authority and it didn’t diminish any of his authority.“Are you asking if you can spank Charity when I am not home?”. “Do you know, perhaps remember, we’ve met once before? Many years ago! I wonder if you remember me? I’ll revert to who I was then, and see if it triggers a recall! Rings a bell!” Her form didn’t exactly blur, it was more like she writhed and twisted into a similarly sized but new personae. Wow! My seventh grade homeroom and history class teacher, Miss Zanders, is sitting on my lap, looking just exactly as she did, when I was twelve years old.Now THIS form, I inform Gina, is very sexy!“Really?. It was when he started rubbing her clit that her voice really began to leak out. “This is your clitoris. It’s incredibly sensitive, and if I touch it enough, it’ll make you have an orgasm, otherwise known as “cumming”. Are you ready?”“Ready for what?”Instead of answering, Xavier slipped his index and middle finger into her, struggling to fit them in so tight a slit. Lily released a stifled moan and Xavier’s movements changed, now becoming rapid and indifferent. He was jamming his fingers deep. He had stood, taken a tissue, wiped his mouth, wiped his fingers. He crumpled the tissue and tossed it on her chest. It bounced below her breasts and lay there. “If you’re not in to it, then you should just say something,” Dennis said. He climbed in to his briefs and strode out the door, slamming it. Fucking asshole. She fell asleep anyway. And so, when she heard Dennis state his desire, when she felt Dennis’ fingers enclose around her belly, she was surprised. She thought he had wanted her to.