“Oh yeah? Did you think he was attractive? Bet you wanted to fuck him didn’t you?” “If I was single he would have definitely be another notch ...on the bed.”. I felt the blood rush to my cock. This conversation was starting to turn me on. We had never spoken about our previous sexual experiences before. The thought of Emma with another man had never even entered my mind before, but now it would not leave. I wanted to hear more. “Really? And how many notches would that be then?” “Ok but don’t. Maybe….TWO! Two dice. What adifference a dice makes, twenty four little hours" she sang to the melody ofthe familiar old song. "Quite a fucking difference, right sweetie? Mistress Tracey bent down and started whispering in my ear. "The thoughtof 2 dice and a possible 12 whipping devices really scares the hell out ofyou, I know darling......but it just pleases me soooo…..Mommy gets sofucking wet, and maybe knowing I've got 12 whips to beat you with will getme off. If you roll twelve and I get. “Why?”“To save us.”She wet a new cloth in the clean water and washed the suds from Peithe’s body. She started with her back this time, letting the water run in strange arrays like a delta down her spine.“If they’re here to save us, then why are they forsaken?”“For the sins they must commit to do so.”Sophrosyne took to her knees and to make sure every single inch of Peithe was unquestionably clean. She ran the cloth over the curve of Peithe’s ass and down along her pussy lips. She slipped it. She wondered if she'd ever be able to use a bathroom again without seeing a snake wiggling in the bathtub.It probably would have been better if there had been something to do but sit there and think about the snake, but Wednesdays were her slow day as the Record-Herald's advertising manager, at least until it was time to work on the papers. Usually, she sat around the front office and shot the bull with her friend, Carrie Evachevski, the social editor, and had an extra cup of coffee, but Carrie.