Five foot one or so, auburn hair, hazel eyes and a body built to generate hard ons. She offered her hand and said:"Candy Witczak and you are?" Rob Dal...man" I said as I took her offered hand and shook it."Well? Is it true that we have you to thank for this party?" Not hardly. I made a phone call and put two people in touch. And it wasn't even my quarter." Well everyone in the band is giving you the credit for it." You know everyone in the band?" The drummer is my cousin."I noticed that she didn't. I paused, and then took off my clothing right there and then. I placed it carefully on the corner of the bed, and took the white tank top into my hands. I ran that tank top over my body, letting its touch pressure and microscopic roughness translate into signals in my brain that I combined with my playback of Lana on the couch. I played, at the same time, the touch memory of touching her; the visual memory of her breasts; the audio memory that repeated her words that I was hot, and I played it. Try not to hit my arse too hard." I needn't have worried. He laid me bent over the side of the bed, spread my legs and carefully entered. Each of his thrusts seemed to stop a hair's breadth from my bottom flesh and I soon began to enjoy the experience. In later conversations I found out that he was more concerned with impregnating me than giving himself or me pleasure. It didn't bring me to a climax either but I wasn't overly concerned. He stayed until a little before midnight and before he. Jerry had his own master bathroom. The chain looked long enough to reach the bathroom. This must be Keira's bed where she sleeps when she is being punished for her disobedience.I opened my suitcase getting my clothes out and putting them on the dresser. I heard a knock at the door. "Master, May we enter?" Keira asked."Yes enter, slaves," I replied.They walked into the room. Keira had a beige halter sundress that hugged her chest showing her nipples poking the material. Amber had on light blue.