He's had it in the garage forever, tinkering on weekends and driving it a little every month or so.”“Wow,” was all I could say.That car had to b...e over forty years old, but looked like it had just come off the showroom floor. A few minutes later, Peter showed up, his truck piled high with boxes, followed by Becky in an odd little pickup that looked like a van, converted to a pickup and shrunk to half size and sounded like a sewing machine, also piled high. We all admired Sandi's mustang then. She worked full time and had already taken on most of the cleaning since Thanksgiving. I dusted, but it had been difficult to lug the vacuum cleaner up the stairs and outside in the snow between fourplexes. Thank God I didn’t have to shovel the sidewalks. Between Christmas and New Year’s, we got ten inches of snow. I did get up early each morning and make sure any ice patches were treated with deicer so no one would slip and fall on the apartment steps.For two weeks—two wonderful weeks—Emily. Patty also couldn't resist shoving her ass towards me a bit more."Remember, look, but don't touch," Erin reminded me."I got it, but you're tempting me so much now. It's like watching a live-action piece of art; you two are just hot." Thank you; you have quite the body too. Neither Patty nor I have ever been with an Indian woman, and you're beyond sexy." Thank you too," I added, vibrating so much that I thought my heart was about to explode. "And don't forget to eat out Patty, Erin, you want to. ”“He is on his way?”“Not yet, I have to text him, but He should be here for breakfast then you may go back to His place depending on how things go.”Mistress stood and refilled there coffees and said, “Shall W/we go get you pretty?”“Yes Mistress.” , sissy said with a weak smile and stood. Mistress slapped her toweled bottom and said good girl. When they reached sissy’s bedroom Mistress told sissy to sit at her makeup stand. Mistress started rummaging through sissy’s closet.“Fix your makeup.