Had 3 buttons...2 were opened.and a white blouse...that was opened..2 of the 4 buttons..showing ample cleavage...that was bursting out of a purple bra....Liz...well she had on..her cream jacket...pencil skirt..cream...and white stockings...no buttons were opened...she was saving it for her wedding night...Pamela...looked very nice...she was 50...quite tall..slim..with small breasts..she had on...pink jacket...no buttons undone....and what seem to be a bodycon skirt...that hugged her thigh..and. Look they are showing the replay again. Man it is even more holy-shit in slow motion. It's a wonder he did not break something when he hit the wall."And that throw. Did you see the expression on the runner? Pure disbelief. He was out by twenty feet." Have you fucked your Mother?"Again she had thrown me for a loop. I tried hard to come up with a believable non-answer but could not."I see you have. Good. She has wanted you to fuck her since the first night she watched us fuck. I doubt you noticed. " If you wanted a job as a domestic," the woman interrupted, glancing at her watch, "you ought to have gone to an agency that deals in that." Oh no!" Sandi exclaimed, her cheeks flushing redder than ever. "I... I don't think I want to be a maid."Maids didn't make enough money to pay for Verne's operation, and she knew that her proud husband would be ashamed to have her cleaning someone else's home. He'd probably be resentful at the fact she was seeking any job at all, for he'd always insisted. I slept, and I dreamed. The dreams were not nightmares, nor entirely pleasant. I was in the middle of a circle of light. Women, nude and shoulder to shoulder, surrounded the perimeter. They had no faces. They were blank. Emotionless. Soulless. I was excited, but frightened. Thirteen of them, backs to the darkness. They all reached out to me, arms wanting to hold, to have, to betaken. Behind them, the darkness stirred. Everything smelled like vanilla. Blueberries. Blueberry muffins. I awoke.