I tried to explain to her that I thought Cori wanted to do that at the demonstration, but she just told me that there had been a change of plans; Cori...was only going to do the makeup and hair at the church. Well, I complied, already starting to figure just how much my wife owed me for this one. She came in after I had changed and had me lie down on the table and started spreading the wax on my legs, hands, and lower arms. I'll skip ahead a bit, since I'm sure you both don't want to hear about. I realized that it was I, Burt Hendrix who recognized it and that I was not the one recalling what was happening. That being wanted to be referred to as "Dreamer."Several of the crew got into a shuttle and I went along with them. I realized that while Dreamer was more or less free, its essence was contained in a package one of them carried in a back pack. A seamless box, maybe a couple of inches deep and six by eight inches in measure, its outside made of a dull metal. I knew then that Dreamer. “You can do whatever you like with them,” their mother said, in a soft submissive voice. Under the influence of Mr. Eye, Abigale was unconcerned that her eighteen and fifteen-year-old daughter could be used as sex slaves, and forced to have children, by Joey. She herself, was insouciant about being nude in front of a naked teenage boy. Her dress and bra were laying on the coffee table, while her discarded panties were still lying on the floor there in the parlor. Joey’s clothes were strewn. Fuck it was her it was neha. I hurriedly closed my laptop but it was late. She already caught me. I felt very embarrassed but she told it’s not a big deal to watch porn. It’s common these days.I was surprised listening to her. I thought everything is over but many things has started. She called me to play cards with her. I thought it would be a good chance to sort things out. I went down to play cards. In Starting it was good. I felt very relaxed. But then she put a twist in game. She put a bet.