”Frances declared, “Enough, girls. Get into the car, and let’s be off.”Tonight’s meal was a chicken curry for each of them, from packets hea...ted up in boiling water. It was not bad, Reg decided, for a shop-bought meal. The ones he had experienced at home had left a lot to be desired in comparison. This prepared meal must be from a higher-class store that focussed on quality and taste.There was a bit of giggling from the girls during the meal, as they discussed Reg, particularly his admission in. My mind was being blown, that was a fact.At least that’s what I thought anyway.Fast forward to the fateful afternoon. Same story, dropped off, running upstairs, ripping clothes off, heading into my parents' bedroom, opened the door… there was... my Dad.Now my Dad’s always been my best friend. Taught me all the sports, helped with homework, great bar-b-que cook, all-around great guy. He’s the same height as me, but in his early forties so he’s more built out. Not fat at all, very fit.I thought,. Carrie and Sarah, naked, glistening with oil, locked in a passionate sixty-nine, with Sarah on top. My head was just clearing the stairway, so I knew they probably couldn’t see me, and as engaged as they were I could have walked right by them and they probably wouldn’t have noticed. The grunts and squeals were getting louder, and Sarah let out a small shriek and stopped moving. If I had to bet I’d say she was covering Carrie’s face with her juices.I felt a little twinge of jealousy, then. Having experienced it once, there was an unending request list from male's and Mistress's alike, to have them suffer the same fate again, and the two males chosen to perform the erection of the gallows were passed on to Agnes in willing slavery, having known the pleasure of the noose. They were earning the right along with those who by mutual consent of Mistress and slave, the gallows would serve its full purpose on rare and treasured occasions. The two males chosen to erect the scaffold were.