?Angela,? Aunt Sophia said, ?why don?t you go into the living room and show Ms Piston how well you play the piano.?Angela stopped clearing the table a...d gave the ladies a formal curtsey in her pink party dress. She untied the frilly apron she was wearing and carefully placed it folded on the yellow stepstool. She then turned with a swish and flounced out of the room. The click of her high-heels stopped as soon as she stepped upon the living room carpet.The three women watched Angela seat. Her dress was lay accusingly on the floor as the ancient hands drew waves of pleasure from her breasts and sex. Faith's nails dug deep into the older woman's arm as her body jerked and she gave a loud cry. * A hundred miles away, Nell moaned slightly as Sir Horace sank his cock into her ass. As always, she had been prepared to his exacting specifications by the housekeeper and her assistant. All traces of hair had been removed from her legs, armpits, sex and ass with hot wax to achieve. Fishing out a comb, she began trying to get her hair in order. "Maybe. It certainly seemed like it." Then she turned on the other woman, suspicious. "How much do you know?"The Wench lowered her eyes. "Quite a bit. I know he sent you videos of several old sessions, and that viewing them fostered quite a bit of unhappiness in you. I know that his intent is to remind you that the situation is basically unchanged -- only your perception of it differs."Sharon glared. "How... ?" I was present when he. ”“When you were young, you didn’t.”“Well as the Maester said to Jon Snow, kill the boy.”“Indeed.”“So wish four,” James said. “I wish to have my mind; my abilities and my physical and mental changes all sent back to the body of my 14 year old self on the day that my sister asked if I wanted to see her tits. This would be in the morning so I have time to adjust to being in my youth.”“Wish granted.”There was a flash of light and James blinked and looked around the room.“Holy shit.”“Last wish,” Gin.