Without saying a word, Miss Bjorn slapped Isabel across the mouth and then she used a rag which she stuffed into the girl's mouth to gag her. She then...tied the rag with a thin strip of leather pressed tight between the girl's teeth and then knotted behind the neck, under her hair."Get used to your Mistress's demands, slave!" she hissed while sitting down on a bench next to Lucien.The sisters looked at each other in silence. Isabel had not been so lucky after all.A day later, the two Blanchart. Helen's corner of the food industry was catering and she loved it. I was probably the only one pushing for an indoor location. I wanted to sit down to breakfast like I did at Hardee's but I wanted Helen's food. In other words, I wanted what I wanted, and when I wanted it. Typical female you say, and I ask, "So what? We control half the worlds resources, and we control all the world's pussy, I think you guys better learn to live with our little idiosyncrasies.The bike ride proved futile. There. The way she was curled up I could tell that she was wearing green panties. They were satin or some similar shiny material. I scanned up and saw that there was a slit down the front that I imagine displayed a lot of cleavage when the wearer was standing up. Cleavage? What the hell was I thinking? She couldn't be over four feet tall. No one that young has developed enough to approach cleavage. But there was the evidence right in front of me. She had a pair on her that would have pleased any. The triggers were mainly emanating from her visual displays and sensed energy of heightened sexuality... as they slowly unfolded witnessing her lose herself in the moment... and this is what connected to a familiar past and enjoyable experience...so for the rest of the day my brain remained extremely sexually pumped... despite some quick masturbation sessions, it remained very active... it replayed all sorts of random past sexual episodes in my head... with various partners at first and then.