Within seconds, my brother-in-law stood naked in the middle of our kitchen while my equally undressed sister found a stool to park her butt on, with h...r crotch exposed to anyone that cared to study it. I was definitely interested in seeing that gorgeous pussy that had corrupted me over the years. That's when I noticed the change in her appearance."You started to shave it again, Sis? Damn, but that looks good!" Yeah, well, Keira's spoiled her brother since we were here last. He never ordered me. It would mean perming it with small tight rollers and thenshe would shape it to suit. The pleasant perfume of the conditioner wassoon washed away and the most horrendous of smells left to pervade theair, until the perming chemicals had done their work. As I was left towait Casandre started on my nails. Again she explained what she wasdoing. She cut the cuticles back, soked the end of my fingers in warwater and re-shaped them.The rollers were removed and once again Casandre attacked my head. "Come on, Elizabeth, you have had a frightening time. Why not get some rest?"She nodded her head, "Perhaps you are right." Let's get you rested." Thank you."David let her sleep in his bed while he comforted her, stroking her head tenderly throughout the night. When she suffered flashbacks, he was there, caring for her. Finally, when he saw her slip into a deep contented sleep, he retired to his chair.The AwakeningElizabeth woke early the next morning. She looked around at her surroundings and. "I don't want to go the mercy-fuck route." Trust me, Paul, that is not what I'm about. I understand what you're saying, and I swear-to-God, this isn't going to be a mercy fuck -- although, if we do it right, one of us might holler for mercy at some point!"Lois' continuing lighthearted attitude, combined with the gentle-but-insistent touch of her ever-stroking hand, were convincing enough. Maybe nothing would come of this, but Paul was sold on the idea, anyway.The couch was an awkward venue,.