On the wall behind the statue, in an arc over its head, the inscription reads, "Tothe twin virtues of humility and obedience." It is a naked woman, an...d her namewas once "Abigail". The observant visitor might notice that she has her feet bolted to the plinth,her legs tightly pressed against one another to enable her to accommodate theshafts of metal passing through her feet. Her arms are outstretched, tied toa long, gold crossbar by chains that pass through holes in her small palms,and wrap. I was standing at the doorway to the room, facing the back of the couch. Molly was on it, kind of slunk down. I could see just the very top of her head, shaking lightly.Carin was no where in sight. Could she be upstairs getting it on with someone while Molly was eavesdropping through the intercom?The sound was too loud for that.I crept forward. Now I could hear Molly moaning softly, no words, just guttural noises. She too was lost in sexual passion. It hit me. She was masturbating! I moved. Also, for the last week she refused my advances and preferred to discuss Julie’s needs and how I might fulfill them. She even said that she was resting me before my five-day date.Julie was a beautiful, perky, trim, and athletic brunette. She had bright blue eyes and a mischievous smile. It was my impression that she was the most mature girl among her friends. I hoped that she was ready for this big step. Her B-cup breasts and nipples always seemed to be at attention. I love to jog with her,. She might be old, her body frail, but her mind was razor sharp.'Oh, Matthew.' Her smile was as wide as her face would allow. 'How's my favourite grandson?''Nana, I'm your only grandson.''I know, darling. Have you come to treat me to Sunday lunch? You know how much I hate the food here.''Nana, the food here is excellent. It's one of the reasons I picked it for you.''I know, darling. But if I said I liked it, then you'd never take me out. And I wouldn't get to ride in that nice car of.