The rest of the day was routine as was swim practice. Afterwards, as I was about to leave, in walked Mandy and Jordyn. They coach the girls basketball... team. “Late practice, ladies?” I said, as the girls scurried to their lockers and then the showers.“Yes, Lucy and we’re happy it’s over. They acted like they never saw a basketball before, it was terrible,” Jordyn said, shaking her head.”“C’mon girls, hurry up,” Mandy told the team.The girls were out in five minutes, they dare not test either. For nearly an hour I lay there trying to sleep but my mind was filled with thoughts of Ginger and how hot she must look wearing her nighty. My cock was throbbing and fully hard, I slid my hand under my shorts and began rubbing as I closed my eyes and thought of Ginger. About ten minutes went by when I heard Ginger softly say "Could I be of some assistance?" My eyes popped open and there next to me stood Ginger in her yellow nighty. She sat on the edge of the sofa and ran her hands over my chest. Jennifer says, "Susan Madison does, Edward. Susan is paying you for yourdiscretion, not just your cooking skills." Think of the damage a disgruntled employee could do to her if they hadintimate knowledge of her BDSM activities. Do you understand why she'sso generous? She is a billionaire, and can afford a bit of largesse."Holy shit! Who the fuck kidnapped my Sadist, and replaced her with thisreasonable imposter?"Edward, the ball is in your court, are you going to submit, and comemeet our. Emma would sit in the living room, listening to the gasps of sexual passion emitting from Maisie’s room, coming either from her lover or from her friends. Although, she regretted this lack of exclusivity in her love life, it seemed somehow more appropriate that a young girl like Maisie with those much the same age as herself. She refused all of Maisie’s suggestions that she participate in her sex games, particularly vehemently when they involved the boys. However unthreatening their young.