Steve told her that she would have to make time for them as she was now their little slut and if she disobeyed he would have to punish her. She said s...he understood and he told her she could go home if she wanted, she asked if she could borrow something to wear from Sarah. Sarah looked at Steve and he firmly told her no but she could have her panties and flip flops back. She put them on and headed for the door. Sarah rushed over to Carrie and kissed her and rubbed her breasts. Carrie broke off. “Hands on the table!” THWACK. Yup, they were a little stiff. I resolved to have a chat with them about when they choose to show up. Although, they kind of forced me to admit that I kind of liked this. Maybe. A little. THWACK. “Do you have a boyfriend?” THWACK. Not any more, I told her. “Shame.” THWACK. “Tits too small?” I almost took the bait. “Eh.” THWACK. “Men can be such unappreciative assholes.” THWACK. The stinging persisted and creeped around the front, pretending to be tingling. “Uh. He also paid Jean a year’s past wages, at the pay rate for a knight, even though he had only been a knight for the past few months. Lastly, he named Sir Jean a Knight of Honor, part of the royal household, earning him a substantial yearly stipend.Even though the trip had taken much longer than he had anticipated, it was worth the delays. All of Jean’s financial problems were gone. Marguerite and Jean would now have a secure future with the stipend and doubling of his wages. He smiled as he left. It wasn't one of mine, I knew. After a moment's thought I remembered that Mark and Michelle's kids were staying with us. That thought brought with it a vague sense of embarrassment and shame that seemed related to something that had happened last night. What had I done?"Oh Jesus," a voice moaned beside me. It wasn't Stephanie.I opened my eyes, wincing at the bright light in the room and turned my head to the left. Beside me was Michelle, her hair tattered, her bleary red eyes looking at me..