" The yielding warmth of Mrs. Dalrymple's body against him called to mind other games, which he had heard of, but never played.As his eyes adjusted to...the gloom, he noticed a small circle of light, from which emerged the tense voices of the two girls in the next room. A gentle shove sent him stumbling against the back of the closet, and he pressed his eye to the secret orifice presented to him.In the next room, Beatrice was seated facing him on a bed, head in her hands, sobbing. Her sister had. With our arms around each other’s waists, we went into the kitchen. Irene was finishing up with help from Matt. Rachel steered us over to set the table. Irene said, “It’s ready.” She and Matt carried the platter and bowls to the table. We all sat down and prayed. We then served plates and ate. It was good. After supper, we went into the living room area to watch a little TV and sit around. Rachel and I sat next to each other on the sofa. It was quiet and comfortable.Matt and Irene went to bed. Eventually she mentioned the waxing and I said oh yes of course, sorry for keeping you. She said it was a pleasure. I gushed with joy on hearing her say that. She was so lovely. Anyway, I was waxed and as we were done about lunchtime I said I would make up a lunch for her. This carried on for about 3 months. I would always be purring after she left. Then one day she texted me about something that happened to her with another client. It was funny. From there we started to text each. Why do we have to suffer more punishment when it was all Holly’s fault, not ours?”Brianna’s reply was cut short by the sudden burst of pain exploding in her head. Over her own cries and sobs, she barely heard her daughters’ continuous shrieks of agony. The half hour punishment had begun.By the time the masters released them, Brianna and her girls were completely broken. After a couple of masters amused themselves by feeling up their tits, asses and pussies, they obediently knelt naked, not.