”She twisted to look back at me.“You think?”“Yeah. You don’t?”Kitchen Girl snickered. If there’s such a thing as an evil snicker, she ha...d it down perfectly.“Let’s find out.” She patted my forearm. “Stay here.”With that she walked past the two of them and down the short hall to the bedrooms. I’d caught Samuel’s eye and shook my head slightly. He smiled and nodded but didn’t interrupt his stroking. The contessa had her eyes closed.In a minute or two Kitchen Girl returned. I almost blew it by. Erika whimpered loudly, her body shaking as she dealt with the new sensations streaming from the tips of her breasts. Pete turned toward Megan and gave her a withering glare.?Since you seem to want a better view, why don’t you come over here and hold the chain for me? he said. ?Usually I have to attach it to the underside and that pulls hard on her tits. If you hold it, then it won’t be so bad for her.? Megan stood silently for a second, wondering what she should do. Should she cooperate,. I know how she felt because my hand was soon healing.Zoe, poor girl, began to moan and groan, so I stopped.“NO! Don’t stop. Keep rubbing,” she commanded.So ... I started in again. Like before she was vocal and I stopped again.“If you stop again, I’m agonna kill you,” she growled.After 20 minutes or so, she said, “Do it again, Daddy.”I slathered on more creme.“No!”“What?”“Spank me again,” she said, “I’ve been a baaad girl.”“What?”“Are you dense? Spank me ... I love it.”“I don’t. "University of Alabama -- Birmingham." You don't have a southern accent," Emily Anne said. She did. It was faint. It was Northern Virginia-southern, not Louisiana cornpone, but it was there. Actually, her light accent was kind of endearing, but, then, I was rapidly finding everything about Emily Anne Shreve to be endearing."That's because I'm from Ohio," I said. "I went to UAB on a baseball scholarship." Oh. Did you like it there? The school? Birmingham?"Well, Birmingham, Alabama is not exactly.