God, she had a nice ass and I had fond memories of us making love right where I lay. Beside me, Monica was still asleep on her tummy, but Felicia and ...Brita were watching Janet toy with my junk.I stopped the arousing wake-up call. “Janet, darling, I need to go to the bathroom, and I want to save myself for fucking and not waste a shot on a blowjob. I promise I’ll come and find you.”Janet smiled as she stopped, and said, “It’s a date.”Brita teased “Oh, I wanted another turn with you too.”I. Everyone but me and the Girlie Girls stood. Martin sat down at the table with us. "Sylvia, I thought you might want to know that Andrew is going to make it. His operational days are over, but I have been trying to get him to enter the teaching staff, so now is a good time for that." I'm glad he made it, I am just sorry Liam didn't," I said."Yeah me too," Martin said. "So you know the tourist season is almost over, so what is next for you." Oh my livelihood doesn't depend on tourists," I. "You remember another word. Mom. Master. Mom. Master. What does the word 'Master' mean to you? It could mean obedience. Devotion. Loyalty. It could mean that you are a slave, that you are owned, that you are controlled. What does that relationship mean to you? Mom. Master. Mom. Master. You have to help me do the work. You have to help me by remembering. Mom. Master..." Twenty minutes later again and I was tired. My mind hurt from racing. My voice was getting dry. Now came the post-hypnotic. ”“Nah, I like this actually.” Molly replied. “Let’s move away from it.”“Even though we both want it.” I replied skeptically.“I don’t, not really.” she rebutted.“Molly, come on. This is a two-way street here. You gotta admit some responsibility in this. You usually initiate it these days anyway.”“No I don’t.” she protested.I angrily grunted out loud, then raked my hands over my face. “Okay, whatever.” I replied, knowing that arguing with her would just make us end up with me dropping it one way.