"Master?" Trinity turned to Bernie and vamped him, batting her eyes, while going totally servile. She had the tools, all right! Poor Felicity..."I'm s...re Gene does fine on his own," Bernie admonished."Oh, I am, too, Master -- but being a stud for one woman and being a stud for four are two different things -- wouldn't you agree?" Trini insisted."Sorry, Gene," Bernie apologized, "But she has a point. This bunch tried to kill me for a couple of days..." Yes, maybe..." I realized Gene's eyes. As i started kissing her lower belly and my fingers traced invisible contours in deep curves of her inner thighs, her involuntary thrusts increased so much in frequency and wavelength ( an impossible thing as per physics showing it still has lot to learn) that i circled her waist with my right arm and pinned her down with some success. Her skin tasted like fresh butter and it had an aroma of some exotic flowers, an aroma that strengthened the closer i moved to her flower. And then my face was. At the base of the stairs were three shower stalls with clear doors, and three urinals.Jason spent most of his time in the basement; general consensus had made it his domain. He was young- he looked about thirty in human years, but he’d established a role in our family as a skilled master. He had a way of making people feel comfortable and safe, even when he was inflicting pain.Right now he was hard at work. His curly beard and chest hair were soaked with sweat as he raised the flogger over and. He remembered saying the word out loud and liked how the sound rolled off his tongue like something mysterious and exotic. While never exploring where the desire came from, he liked to indulge. It provided a slight high that he could succumb to from a safe distance.The door was already ajar and one little look wouldn't hurt. Then, he would steal all their shit and go home to his Jack Daniels and cocaine, do a line then open up the latest hustler Christmas addition sure to make anyone feel.