Now Anderson could really play a flute. If you’ve never heard his flute solo, I suggest you take the time to find a copy of it. It was amazing.”�...�I’ve heard it. He does play quite well,” Danny said. “I’m nowhere near that good, yet.”“I guess you’ll be taking Val to the Spring Dance.”“Yes.”“You’ve really become a good dancer, too. You’ve also motivated a couple of people to take dancing lessons.”“I know some of other people learning to dance. The girls seem quite pleased about it.”“Artistically,. "Take off your bra." Yes, Master."She reached behind her back with both arms and those incredibly firm tits were thrust into my face."Are those tan lines from a minikini?" Her tits had a teeny, tiny paler triangle around each nipple. My God. This chick in a minikini? My cock twitched at the thought."Yes, Master." And where do you wear it?"We have a pool. I just don't wear when Dad's around. It's just too revealing for his baby to be wearing." Bring it next time, little slave. I want to see you. Even my time at home before I'd started inhabiting retirement homes and elder care facilities hadn't been so quiet. The quiet was more a product of my feeling alone and far from anything or anyone I knew.I sat around a while, then tried going for a walk, but the driveway emptied directly out onto the highway and I didn't want to be walking alongside it with the sun going down and the light fading, so I turned around and walked back to the house. I wandered the house a bit, poking my nose here. “Don’t you worry, here I come. Just relax, baby,” Grace whispered in my ear from behind.I felt the phallic intrusion, much wider than the fingers had prepared me for. I heard voices, whispers, whoops and hollers, but all my concentration was focused on relaxing, the last instructions my sister gave me. The progress was slow, and with every agonizing millimeter of progress came an intense yet bearable pain.Then, Grace paused. I thought she might finally have bottomed out until I heard Chaz’s.