Helene left the room and came back a minute later carrying more coffee. I had already finished my still hot coffee and so Henry said “Too late. You ...are no good as a pet and no good as a maid, what are you good at?”, “Sex!” she said looking down sheepishly… “What? I can’t hear you, what are you good at?”, “Sex!” She said a bit louder, “I must be going deaf! I thought I heard you say you were a fucking sex whore! What are you?”, “A fucking sex whore!” she repeated, “Ah! But of course you are…. ‘Hey … we could invite Doctor Prinz!’ Mandy suggested. ‘My psychiatrist?’ Rebecca questioned. ‘Why not … after all, he’s responsible for this … in a roundabout sort of way,’ Mandy confessed. ‘Besides, I know that Beverly’s mother would be open to a little party … Bev says that she and her mom have been making it since she was thirteen.’ Paul perked up at the prospect of having another mother-and-daughter combination at his sexual disposal, and he asked, ‘Isn’t Beverly’s mother that luscious. .. Jack's mother sprawled on her bed in a negligee watching TV. The thought of Jack and what had happened in the pool came to her and she smiled softly and wryly. Ah, he couldn't help it, she thought...he's at that age...his hormones are running wild...he certainly has gone through some changes over the past few months...he's grown...he's big for his age...he's turned into a good-looking guy too... She smiled wryly again as she thought of what had happened in the pool. He was so horny, she. At the top of the stake there’d been an iron ring and there were coils of rope lying to one side.“Ah there you are Miss Jennifer. If you are quite prepared we can begin.”“Yes Sebastian. How do you want me?”“If you would care to kneel on the platform facing the upright Miss then I shall affix you in preparation.” Jennifer had knelt on the small platform. The wooden stake had been at about the height of her chin. “Would you place your hands around the stake Miss?” When Jennifer had complied.