She grabs my perfect, beautiful, shiny little black bob at the back and looks down at the pot.“Oh,” I gasp, realising. “No –”She rams my hea... under the water.It’s not boiling but it is hot. I keep my mouth shut, but can sense soap in my nose. The woman keeps the pressure on until my breasts are submerged and my head bumps the bottom of the pot. I can’t tell how much baked-on residue there is – not much because all I can feel is the smooth curved metal side.The chef presses against me from. He would consider that. However, Simone was his personal slave... and he would do as he wished with her.“How’s it feeling, my slave?” enquired Quentin.A sobbing groan from Simone...“That thing up your arse, I mean?”Another groan, another shudder.Quentin quietly took down the hook-handled cane which always hung ready across the wall. Two quick strokes... left and right... across Simone’s already agonisingly tender bottom sent her shrieking, sprawling and twisting along the bunk to the. Then I asked them if any of them had ever had a wet dream, I know this is something we had never talked about before and no one said anything, Then I broke the silence by saying, Do you remember that girl we saw last night in the green dress. I had the strangest dream last night with her in it, They all just started laughing and making wise cracks like, What did we wake in a puddle of love? I said very funny and said you guys set me up this was all just a trick you pulled on me! Very good, Very. . again.''Won't let you what? You gotta say now, Jack, or we're gonna tell her you told us, anyway.'Jack stared at his younger siblings.'Come on, Jack: spill the beans, ' Millie encouraged.'Yeah. You gotta tell us now, or else, ' Tommy chimed in, earning a filthy look from his brother.Jack drew in a deep breath. 'Okay. If I tell you, you have to promise to keep it to yourselves. You're not supposed to know until you're older.''Okay, ' said Millie, 'we promise.'Tommy nodded his agreement.Jack.