Then you can decide and I will respect your decision, becauseit was made logically, not emotionally.''Okay, Mom,' I conceded. 'I guess you're right. I...'ll keep theappointment.''Good,' Mom said with a sigh of relief. 'Now then, since Jenny hasn'tmoved out yet, will you please do us all a favor and get into yourproper clothes.'I didn't need much encouragement. I gave Mom a hug and headed upstairsto change. I went into my room and traded my white boy's briefs for apair of pink nylon panties with. Sir is the master of my orgasms. He is also a bastard.It looked very neat in her joined-up handwriting. At school, she’d once won a fountain pen for having such nice handwriting. Smirking, she turned the sheet over and started afresh.I am only permitted to come when Sir allows me.There. She smiled in spite of herself. That would satisfy him. She briefly considered adding a ‘kind’ before ‘Sir’ but that would mean getting another piece of paper and the sun seemed to be fading at a spectacular. At that moment, Donna P. poked her head into the room. She motioned me to come over."Oh my god! Mary, what is going on?" Shhhh. John can't know you're here. We'll play with him unless one of you spoils it."Donna and I waited in the living room until the others arrived, and I lead them to the bedroom. John didn't appear to notice us entering. We cautiously approached the bed, and I sat while the others watched. I caressed John's inner thighs until he sprouted goose bumps. I fished his limp cock. When Erin had been a man, before she had traded places with the 'real' Erin while on vacation in Ireland, he had never given much thought to his nipples. They were just sensitive protuberances, not much different than any other sensitive part of his body, such as his temples. Or behind the knees. They were certainly not a source of sexual pleasure or deep satisfaction.But now, as Erin, she found that her whole life revolved around her breasts. She had to suckle Janet several times a day. Then.