It was a good thing I had all that adrenalin pumping because next thing I know I'm holding my head as blood pumps out of a deep gash, half the door is...off its hinges and that fucking Latin pimp is making some snorting sound as if it's all a big joke. My sister was crying, yelling at him words I would have bet my life on she didn't know. I lay there half dazed in a pool of my own blood as my mother watched him grab my sister by the shirt. Looking towards me he cawed something about I got to see. What a terrible dream she'd had, with Handsome and Mr. Carter and Dominique--their shadowy forms flitted sensuously through her teenage memory. It had all seemed so real.But if it had all been a dream, where did this warm wet pool between her legs come from? Had she been playing with herself again, despite her best intentions? Had her own fingers produced this sticky liquid? It had to be! There could be no other explanation.But how shameful, she thought, blushing. Her licentious dream had. She gave a tremendous blow job. i held back cumming. She questioned why i didn't cum. Mistress Ann told her that i have not been in control of my cock and that this morning i have been trained not to come unless given specific permission. The ladies took turns feeling up my ass and sticking a finger or two in it, feeling my huge ball sac and stroking my cock. But they seemed not to be as free sexually as the first two. Lauren motioned me over to Her and She put Her hand down my top and played. “Wait here I’ll be right back” she said as she went towards the bathroom. I looked around the room and saw with some concern that there two sets of luggage. “Are you staying here with someone else” I called to her. “ Yes but don’t worry it’s only Hayley from work and she’ll be gone ages”. That was a relief.Helen came out of the bathroom in a cream coloured lacy vest and matching French knickers. Fuck me she looked hot. Her nipples were pressing through the vest top, her legs were amazing.