Master Paul nodded and left the kitchen.PaulI went down to the basement where I heard voices; I recognised Sharon's, Pauline's and Billie-Jo's — But...no-one else's I was relieved to hear.I walked through the door and was immediately seen by Pauline. She blushed and then went to the 'toy' cupboard. She emerged carrying a tawse and a whip; she walked up to me and went down on one knee holding the items up to me."I'm sorry for attacking you Master; I don't know why I did it." She said her head. Chuck's eyes, though, were drawn to the white fur of her chest, to the two breasts and their pink tips. They were on the small side, maybe about the same as Melinda's. He'd have to use his hands to measure, naturally...Realizing he was being a bit rude, Chuck brought his eyes back up to hers, smiling an embarrassed smile. The room she was leaving was the bathing room, as, like any sensible species, the Orang didn't shit where they bathed. She obviously hadn't expected anyone to be up this late.. ”-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-Eighty quid was certainly eighty quid and they worked me for it. At least they let me shower and have some breakfast.They fucked off to go shopping and left me with the house to sort out. As a two-up, two down, it was not a monumental chore. Vacuum upstairs and down, the washing up, clean the kitchen, bathroom, and even clean the bloody windows. I drew the line at the laundry; they were up for it, though and I blushed too, the dirty minxes. I had the football. He could just barely make out their brief exchange of dialogue, and sure enough Sarah was not being very forthcoming on where she was headed. Luckily it didn’t sound all too different from her usual rude self though, and his mother seemed to accept it as such.After another short wait, Jason went downstairs to his mother, the silver band held tightly in his fist. Helen had just finished making dinner, and as he came into the kitchen she smiled a greeting towards her son.“Good timing! I’m just.