Stripping rapidly, she was moments away from being naked herself.Embarrassing as hell, I wanted to say, but then Heather began sliding one finger of h...er free hand up and down my member. "He feels nice," she observed. "Nice and hard and smooth." Can I try?" asked Jasmine."Sure," Heather replied, serving up my cock by lifting it from beneath. Jasmine copped a feel."Can we finish this?" I asked with some anxiety.Heather continued stroking me. "What do you say, girls?" she asked."Never on the first. They want to live with us, to be our family. In a way, we're all married already. I don't expect anymore from you than what you can give to each of them. I'm not jealous of any of them anymore."I still went to sleep that night troubled. I was beginning to understand just how complex things were when you had four women you loved. Even when everyone was getting along well together, there were constant ripples in the pond we were all trying to swim together in.Bea and Aunt Clara were doing a great. . I need to calm the fuck down. She slowly became aware of her surroundings and straightened up. Still glaring at her image in the mirror, she said aloud, "I don't care how long it takes, but I'm getting even with you -- you motherfucker!"Pivoting neatly on her three inch heels she took two steps to the commode and lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down to her knees and sat down. Nothing happened.I better calm down, I'm so pissed I can't even pee. That made her laugh and she let loose a. The slave girl, Mina I've started calling her, opens my cage and shuffles in to kneel, offering a piece of bread and a cup of water to me. I eat the meager meal and whisper my thanks, I know she understands the sentiment at least. She nods to me and begins her daily cleaning of my cage with a rag filthier than the torn "clothes" she's been allowed wear.While she cleans, Mina talks to me, her voice a consistent flow of pretty gibberish. I can't understand much that she says, but it's still nice.