Doing my best to hide my crotch from her view, I quicklypulled my pants up and finished dressing."I can't believe you got me excited like that? insult...me? and then justtell me to go home," I said feeling grumpy. "Is that it?" Yes, that's it for tonight," Alexia said languidly. "When you get home,I want you to call me. Do you understand?" "You do?" There you go with the questions again. All you have to say is, YesMistress," she corrected."Yes Mistress," I repeated."You mind as well start. I had considered whether or not any of my sisters were the type to sleep- nude. I had arrived at the conclusion that Jane did and Martha might. So far I was right. The lowlight camera worked, though not perfectly. Features were blurred but you could see heads and limbs.I adjusted the gain on the camera and abruptly everything snapped into focus. It was somewhat better than watching a grainy black and white movie. Jane was lying on her bed watching TV and playing with her pussy. Eventually she. ’ I can’t,’ said Anna, ‘I grow my own vegetables.’ ‘We shall speak later on this, ‘sighed Francois. Now followed hair washing, drying and styling. Mud pack on the face, smelly dye through the hair, hand washing, cuticles shoved, nails cut and polished and finally a face in the mirror she did not recognise. It was a face fifteen years younger than the one she had brought into Maison Francois. It was a lovely face. A face to be contemplated and enjoyed. To a self-satisfied Francois and a smug. At the age of 15, he was going intohis sophomore year of high school. He had everything going for him, goodgrades, good looks, good friends, everything.Then, one summer afternoon, his parents left for a 2 week vacation, butsaid they could not take Ben with them, so he had the house to himselffor 2 weeks. As soon as his parents left, he began to wonder what hewould do during those 2 weeks.As he began going back up to his bedroom, the doorbell rang, and when heopened the door, all that was at the.