"We'll look, but it's better just to stake out the house. Six kids ain't easy to hide, feed, or move. See who's going in and out. Pull in some people ...o interview -- postmen, newspaper boys. Not neighbors, that might be noticed. Maybe see if we can slip in a cop masquerading as someone looking for a gas leak or somethin', even just to knock on the door to get a peek."She gathered up the used cups, grabbed the shreds of Mom's napkin and tossed them all in a gaping trash barrel. "Come on. We. .." "Gregg asked me to marry him!" she said, off-handedly, trying to conceal her smile by biting a piece of toast and turning away. "Are you serious? That's wonderful!" exclaimed Dorothy, and she rose to hug Jen. "You must really like him!" "I love him!" corrected Jen. "He's totally wonderful and amazing." "Did you have sex with him yet?" Dorothy whispered so her son could not hear. "Of course not!" Jen objected. "Oh. Well, that's good." approved Dorothy, thinking, "You lying, little tramp.. "Wouldn't you be?" she replied.I smiled. "Probably."But you know that part of being a slave is taking pain."She blushed. "But I didn't think it'd be connected to sex." Think back. Didn't the pain make you orgasms more intense?"She nodded, but didn't look happy. "But pain is supposed to feel bad, not good." Is it? Ask Vonda, or Pyx for that matter. Pain can enhance, or even cause pleasure." I guess I still have much to learn." We all do."Theresa finished loading the dishwasher, and I showed her. My own tongue joined hers with growing, hungry, almost animalistic passion. I pulled her succulent body close to me, wiggled my knee in between hers forcing her to sling her leg over mine exposing her moistening sex to my skin for the first time as she ground her bare pussy into my thigh. Our bodies pressed together, writhing together, dancing to the music of lust and hunger. My hands roamed uninhibited over her soft, smooth flesh, her voluptuous breasts, her tender bare ass, and down her long.