The only reason any of the tenants had to venture down there was to do their laundry. This occurred rarely because most folks had a washer and dryer i... their apartments. Thus, I was rarely ever bothered in my private little haven.Anyway, I was in my clubhouse when I heard the elevator come down. A moment later I heard the my secret knock: Knock, knock, knock. Three short raps. Clever, eh? I opened the door and there stood Richie, looking bright and chipper. "Hey, man, what's happening?" he. She handed it to Gwen. "Oh, about that bad."Gwen gasped. "Oh my sweet Jesus." She blinked, and handed the picture back to Sophia. "Sophia, you are one of the most put-together young ladies I have ever met. Recovery to the degree that you seem to have is very, very rare. I hate to do the shrink thing"-Sophia just giggled-"but did you have therapy?" A little, but a few months after it ended, and I was well on the road to recovery by then." What happened?"Sophia smiled. "What happened? Warren. Another orgasm built in quick succession, stifling and then overpowering her initial reluctance, not with my powers, but through my intimate knowledge of her body.She squeezed around my bulbous head, holding me as she continued to cum. I knew exactly how to use her, but Rachel was really teaching me.Rachel loved these little games, wanting me to decide when she would orgasm. I would deny her until she reached a fever-pitch of denial and desperation, able to rival any of these mindless slaves. “That was Chad, right?” Marty asked. “It just showed his body, but that was Chad? With you, right? The naked person next to naked him was you?”“Yes, it was. Oh, my gosh, I’m so embarrassed.”“Come over here, Chad,” Marty said. “Come on, nothing to worry about.”I shuffled over very slowly. I had no idea where this was going, but it didn’t figure to be good. I stood between Marty and mom and felt Marty’s hand on my hip.“I’ll tell you a secret, Abby,” Marty said. “Chad and I have been together,.