I woke up and guessed that it was late. It was too late for breakfast. Then I suddenly realized that the girls might have escaped while I was unconscious. I tried to remember what was happening when I fell asleep. I remembered nothing specific. My adrenal gland was still sleeping because I couldn’t bring myself to panic. I flopped around for a moment then went to my room and found some clothes.
To my relief I found all three girls in the kitchen.
“They tried to leave” Brigitte warned. “Both of them. But I told them you wouldn’t allow it.” Brigitte was standing like a guard. Cynthia was sitting dejectedly at the table and Ms. Sorenson was staring defiantly out the little kitchen window.
“Thanks Bridge.” I said. I had no idea I could count on her. I realized that having Brigitte as an ally would make things much easier. I gave Brigitte a grateful slap on the ass and she gratefully sprung up on her toes.
“Well, mother fucker” Ms. Sorenson deigned to speak glancing over at me with a passionate disdain “Do I have ‘permission’ to go out or not.”
“Absolutely not.” I answered sleepily. “Follow me to the TV room. Cynthia I am out of clothes, go do my laundry… Please.”
I sat on the couch with Ms. Sorenson. I flipped through the channels trying to wake up or at least change my mood. Oddly I felt like masturbating, probably because I was in the habit of it. But I would never need to masturbate again. My cock was sore from the activities of yesterday. Still I was cranky at having my hobby taken away.
I decided to go out shopping. I told Brigitte to guard the house. As an additional measure I reopened my empathic conduit to her.
“God, I love being you.” She murmured.
I escorted Ms. Sorenson to her car. I drove it of course. As we drove it occurred to me that the girls did not look much alike and I asked Ms. Sorenson if she had cheated on her husband. She protested that she had not. Ms. Sorenson has on a silk blouse and a tight skirt. But instead of heels she had on knee high leather boots.
“What is with the slutty boots?” I asked impishly.
“I only where heels to work. And I don’t fucking work anymore, do I.” She said her cheeks reddening.
“I think you wore them to attract my attention. After all you have to compete with your two young daughters. Don’t worry. I will fuck you while you where those boots.”
To my great excitement Ms. Sorenson turned to me and licked her lips. She writhed in her seat slightly.
“mmm I keep thinking about my sons big hard cock.” She teased. “But I guess we have to go shopping first.”
She was quite schizophrenic by this point. |