Still, Rick obviously had trouble focusing through his blissful and bleary state. He finally managed to make a single gesture, waving Taylor back to t...e bed. Taylor was at once excited and nervous. The second time was somehow more thrilling than the first. It wasn’t just a single, lust driven decision. Rick wanted him. Becca wanted him. They invited him into their most private moments, into the part of their relationship that most people never shared, because they thought he could make them. My brother's girlfriend's family is coming to lunch tomorrow, and we will be packed, so I'll have to withdraw the invitation. Sorry for the short notice, but I wanted to give you full disclosure. I would hate to hide something from you." Okay, I understand." I could tell she didn't understand, but right now, I didn't care.I disconnected. Gina looked concerned."What just happened?" I talked to your sister."No need to share details. While Gina had only heard one side of the conversation, she had. Do you understand me, Prissy?" Yes, Miss Karen. I understand you," he answered her promptly with hisvoice laced with a hint of fear."That is very good, Prissy. Let's go into Jennifer's room again and getyou dressed for the night. I want you wearing something that is moreappropriate for serving your Mistresses. I don't my submissive lookinglike a total slut," She told him. "At least not until it's the righttime," She added laughing."Yes, Miss Karen." He turned and started toward Jennifer's. Things steadily fall into place… and all I see is eyes. At least two to three dozen pairs of eyes aimed at me, staring unabashedly at my naked body. Men, women, old and young alike, sitting on chairs arranged in a semi-circle with me at the centre and they too are naked. Some visibly aroused, others working at themselves. My wild gaze bounces from face to face desperate to find someone who might help me, a familiar face twisted in concern or fear for me… But all I see is eagerness, eyes.