Jeanie could have been Mother's sister. She was areal girlie girl, just like Mother. If it were any other person in theworld, I would have been terr...bly embarrassed sitting there with my toespainted a pretty color. But Jeanie's only reaction was to say, "Oh, fun!What a pretty color! I'm next!" Mother laughed and said, "Of course!You know, we should teach Sydney how to do this, so he can give uspedis!"I have to say, the idea of me sitting submissively at Mother's feet, wasincredibly erotic.. She finishes with my chest and starts washing my legs. Periodically she would graze her hands over my cock and smile. She finishes with my legs and washes my arms, as she washes she’ll place that hand on her breast. She sits me up and washes my back.Once finished she says, “Okay,” and indicates that I’m to get out of the tub.When I get out of the water she has me stand there as she rips the paper underwear off and gets a dry pair for me to wear. Once again as she puts the dry paper underwear. I apologized in front of the accumulated masses on the porch and did my duty. They switched off as we walked and I kissed and hugged each of them as we enjoyed our evening stroll. We returned well before the sun was setting as that was a standing rule of the team.This life of needing protection twenty-four seven was getting old. The lack of freedom was confining at times but, when you have three lovelies to keep your mind off the stresses, it was manageable. Speaking of that, there was no. The preacher, a huge man with a deep booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly, “Do you know where God is, son?”The boy’s mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open.So the preacher repeated the question in an even sterner tone, “Where is God?! Again, the boy made no attempt to answer.The preacher raised his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy’s face and bellowed, “WHERE IS GOD?!”The boy screamed & bolted from.