”“Okay.”So, I picked up the phone and called my girlfriend to cancel our date:“Hello.” Kim answered.“Hi, babe, it’s me.”“All set for...tonight?”“I am afraid not.”“Why, what happened?”“Pam’s cousin Theresa showed up at my door.”“My god, really, that fucking fat bitch, boy, she has been trying to fuck someone forever.”“Well, she found someone to fuck.”“Who?”“Me.”“Really, well, I am angry that you had to cancel, but, go ahead and fuck her and tell that fucking fat bitch that I am doing this as a. The boys were still giggling and talking amongst themselves, every now and again making hand gestures or pointing out something to the other two, usually something about Delilah. She just stood there stolidly with her hands clasped behind her head. Her aunt, Victoria Waxerman, stood straight, with her wrists still secured to the pantyhose, but looking like she was anything but naked and tied up.“You boys need to control yourselves,” she eventually said, as they got noisier and noisier. The way. And then I was outagain. Everything dark. But I was somehow more aware of all that was meand surrounding me. Sexual images were filling my mind, and occasionallywith bursts of intense pleasure. Either I was dreaming or was being leadsomewhere without touching the ground. Another woman's soft voice wastalking to me..The history of Mastress' peculiar business started with a remarkablenumber of clients eager to have her group fulfill their special needs.You might jump to conclude she sought. I padded into my bathroom and took care of my morning ablutions. Grabbing my robe from where it hung on the bathroom door, I wrapped it around me, and followed the aroma of frying bacon into the kitchen. I arrived just in time to sit down at the table and have father place the plate with bacon and eggs in front of me. I ate everything on the plate with great relish. I spread so much grape jelly on my toast that some of it stuck to the side of my mouth. Father licked it off, and then kissed me.