During the meal Eric suddenly piped up, "How did your special test gotoday?" What test?" queried Dad, looking at Mum, who just shrugged hershoulders."...The one that the letter was about yesterday," I said. "The one that youwrote the permission slip for." So how was it?" asked Eric again."It was very long, but I think I did okay. It's difficult to tell asthere didn't appear to be a right or wrong answer to many questions."The rest of the meal was taken up by Mum wondering what was going tohappen. "Bye-bye for now." She said as she leaned back on one hand and continued to diddle her clit. She spread her legs wide to let the spray help her off as Jeromy directed the showerhead. Neither was new to the drill as it was obvious regular shower time sex play.For both couples the previous 12 hours had been a sexually charged time, fueled in many ways by each couples own loving aura they produced and played off of, as well as the sexuality the women exuded. Although they no longer were sexual. "Zena had been holding Georgia's hand and said, giving it a squeeze, "So what do you think, Georgia, would you want to do something like that? You could keep your original place just for yourself, plus run ours."Georgia was quiet for a few steps as we headed back to the house. "How would this work, would you just pay me a salary or would I get part of the profits, if any." My thought would be both, Georgia. The restaurant could end up being three meals a day where you would have to hire three. "Up on the bed," he says, I climb up on the bed and sit facing him. I watch as he cuts the rope and brings over two lengths. He threads one through the loop on each ankle cuff. "Take off your panties." I know better than to hesitate. I remove my panties, pulling the lengths of rope through the leg openings. "On your belly." His voice is calm, but firm. I obey. Now I can't see what he is doing. Not knowing what's coming next makes me both excited and nervous; the throbbing between my.