"Okay, ladies. I'm sorry. I must admit I'm anxious for it too. I do so love to control and humiliate," Shannon concurred. "As agreed, Ashton gets firs... crack." The redhead then said, in a ridiculously polite voice, "Ashton, take off your shoes, please."Ashton took off her shoes and stood still in her panty-hosed feet.The redhead commanded, "Victoria, any time you see stocking-covered feet, your pussy will get horny, and you will ask them if you can suck their feet through the nylon."Victoria. “It’s not that kind of truth. It’s supposed to be something about the person, something more personal or intimate. Wow,” she said as she looked at the now empty bottle in her hand, “we went through that second bottle quickly.”“But this is only my third glass,” Bernadette replied somewhat inquisitively.“And I’m only on my second bottle of Yoohoo,” Amy said perfunctorily.“Alright, alright, shut up, don’t judge me. I’ll open another bottle,” Penny said annoyingly and she rose from the couch,. I couldnt help laugh, even though I was a little irritated he wasnt listening. Quiet, Chrissy. I watched his muscular arms and chest as he quickly and efficiently unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, thrilled despite my fear wed be discovered. Wed had to do this before, when we still lived with our mom. Wed wait until she was drunk or asleep and hed come to my room and make love to me in silence, usually on the carpeted floor because my bed was squeaky. It had always been a thrill, but wed been. At that point in my life I could mostly see the “primary” colors in that spectrum. Since then, with practice and study, I’ve been able to refine my seventh sense so that I can do what most people would call mind reading. It isn’t, but people would think it is. The colors tell me what they’re feeling, which tells me what they’re thinking, sometimes. Tiffany called it “reading”, by the time they caught us.Tiffany bore the brunt of most of our research. She learned how to sit there, with her eyes.