It was almost 9AM when she heard the gate to the pool open and close, Miguel the pool man had arrived. Heather did a quick calculation and realized th...t it was indeed Thursday, his day to clean the pool. As she continued to float, she found herself thinking about Miguel. He was nice enough on the eyes as she recalled, but she had never before thought of him in the sexual manner that was now invading her thoughts. She found herself wondering how well endowed he was and her mouth began to water. Anyway we couldn't blamethose guys as you definitely were dressed to impress with your lengthynylon-covered legs and pointy high-heeled shoes!Sometimes we could even pick up some comments as not all of them wereequally discrete:"Check out those chicks, I'd like to go home with them tonight!" The big one in the middle looks like a cheap cocksucking hooker!" Two nice girls, but I'd be damned if the middle one isn't a sissy boy!" Nice ass, walk those legs baby!"As we entered the stand and looked. “I’ve often thought that we aren’t as good friends as I’ve always wanted us to be.” I began, setting down the basket. “Maybe we should go out to the spa together, my treat, and try to get a little closer to one another!”Bobbie returned my smile. “We can definitely have fun together, but we don’t need to go out to a spa for that! I’ve got my camera all set to go in the other room!”Tears hadn’t worked last time, so I tried to navigate this more carefully this time. “We seemed to ... misunderstand. The Quicks had all been eager to obey Mildred. She had bossed them around, given Bryana and her aunt to Mr. Quick, taken Mrs. Quick and Chloe as her own toys. None of them objected once.I figured it would be the same with my family.“What the hell is wrong with you, Sasha?” my mother demanded. Fury—true, apocalyptic rage—blazed across my mother's face. Her usual sweet and calm demeanor had vanished. Though I was taller than her, she somehow felt like a giant as she marched towards me. “You think.