" We have buttered broccoli that comes with your meal?" That's sounds nice, I love broccoli," he replied. Emma passed. She had ordered what she felt w...as too much as it was."Very good, sir," he took the menus and left."Did you see those prices?" Emma asked."I raided my piggy back, I think I'll have enough. If not, do you know how to wash dishes?"Emma laughed. She reached into her clutch purse and produced a credit card. "For emergencies only! I can pay for mine but you'll have to work yours off. I inserted the little padlock and snapped it shut.I put my knickers back on (not the pair I had just soaked!). Looking inthe mirror I could see that there was hardly a bulge, although the outlineof the little padlock was evident. I put one of the keys on the necklaceand put the chain round my neck. I put the other key safely away at theback of my knicker drawer. Then I put my dress back on and took my newlysoiled knickers downstairs to wash. Gently. By hand.It was quite comfortable wearing the. “And where are my notes?” she asked and I handed the notes to her. “Oh my God, thank you so much, Jenny,” Jennifer said and hugged me, pressing her big boobs on mine. Jennifer and I never had a full on sexual encounter with each other, but yes a couple of times, we had kissed and touched each others’ boobs. While she was checking out the notes, I was thinking if I should tell Jennifer about me and Dad or not. Jennifer had once fucked one of her uncles, but fucking your own dad? I didn’t know. I had Sally. And that gave us both the freedom, time and space to deeply love those two!As for Sally, I've never experienced a more powerfully multi-orgasmic woman. I lost count how many times she came that night but it was dozens and each one became a bit more physically demanding. The whole thing was aerobic. Some people would probably say violent. My ears hurt from getting my head squeezed so tightly and so many times between her legs. My tongue hurt in the morning from being overworked on.