When Michelle left,  her tears were almost gone. She acted very
subdued, not at all the bitch she had been when she arrived to work
off her problems with a little play for pay. 

Andy and Mary cleaned up the bedroom.  Neither of them seemed at all
concerned I had taken Michelle anally against her will. In fact, they
had helped me subdue her, tie her down, and stayed to watch the
action. While I fucked Michelle's ass, I observed my kittens' faces.
Andy was watching the action. She was very involved, as if she were
watching an excellent movie and was really into it. Her hand had
slipped between her legs to stroke herself through her pants.  Mary
had watched me like a hawk.  I had the feeling she was inside my brain
again as she took in every nuance of my actions. Now, Michelle was
gone and it was late. 

My balls hurt. Although I had fucked ten women that day, I had only
cum once.  That was in Alicia's willing mouth after I had already
fucked her front and back while Mary was off playing with her husband.
I needed to cum again. 

"Let's take a shower before bed," I said. Both of them began
undressed.  

Since our training sessions in San Francisco, Andy always made each
undressing a strip tease.  She took her time, letting me see those
parts of her she knew I wanted and then hiding them.  She adjusted her
routine to the time and the situation, each time different, each time
delightful.  Of course, when I was not there, I was sure she raced
through her clothes changes. A few times, I came in to find dirty
garments strewn everywhere. But, when I was there, Gypsy could not do
it any better.  

Mary also took her time.  She had been trained by Rebecca several
years ago when she and Uncle Bert went to San Francisco. When Mary
stripped, it was more subtle, less theatrical.  I guess that was
practice.  So, nighttime was always another good time in my house.
When I said "undress," it was a delightful show. 

Naked now, Andy rolled her hair up on her head and slipped a cover
over it to keep it dry.  Mary left her hair long. I climbed in the big
shower stall and turned on the water.  Uncle Bert must have loved his
showers.  If Mary or another kitten always took them with him, who
could blame him.  The shower stall was about three times as big as
normal.  Two sides of the stall were glass, one of which contained the
door.  The other two sides had three shower heads each, high, medium
and low, spaced to cover all of the bather.  There was a huge, quick
recovery water heater so we never ran out. 

Mary entered the shower behind me, gasping when the steaming water hit
her.  I liked my shower a little warmer than she did. She took the
soap, lathered the washcloth, and started on my back.  She worked
quickly, vigorously. Kneeling, she was starting on my legs and feet as
Andy stepped in the shower. Andy gave me a big grin and a quick kiss
on the lips, which made her bountiful breasts rub against my wet
chest. I pulled her to me, my hands on her ass, my erection sliding
between her thighs. We kissed until Mary gently pushed us apart so she
could wash my cock, the suds making her hand slide easily as Andy I
continued to kiss.  

Doctors say the finger tips are more sensitive than any other part of
your body. Try this sometime.  Have her be still, standing up, or,
maybe, lying on a bed. Very gently began feeling all the different
parts of her with just your fingertips, lightly applied. Feel how the
texture of her inner thighs is different from the outer, how the back
of her knee is softer and more tender than the front, how the area
beside her pussy feels totally different than the pussy itself, how
the underside of her breast has a different texture than the areola
round her nipple, how the small of her back is different than the
crack of her ass. 

Feel the outer labia, then the inner.  Let a finger slide gently up
her, feeling the textures. Even in her pussy, texture seems different
at different places.   It seems each part has its own texture.
Amazing, isn't it? Now, try it in the shower when she is lathered with
soap. Turn off the water and stand there, exploring her.   Entirely
different again.  Isn't nature wonderful? 

I was washing Andy's pussy, gently rubbing each lip and the skin
around it with soap, before rinsing her.  She started to squirm.
"Davy," she murmured. I took a nipple in my mouth.  Taste is a good
way to make sure she is clean.  With my mouth, I carefully checked
both breasts to make sure they were throughly clean. Andy was moaning.
As I bent over, I felt Mary's finger slip up my ass. It turned a few
times and wiggled before slowly slipping out again. When I stopped
washing Andy, she whimpered a little before moving directly under the
big shower heads to rinse. I started washing Mary.  She had delightful
textures, too.  It usually takes me a long time to shower. 

My relationship with Andy was one of lovers, unusual perhaps in that I
had many others affairs without a complaint from her, but lovers
nevertheless. Mary was different. She was my lover, too, although
without the total devotion and deep intensity Andy had for me. But,
Mary was more.   She was sometimes my guide to Uncle Bert's world,
sometimes my advisor and confident. She often watched me, observing,
recording every little detail. Sometimes, I thought she was reading my
mind, such as after my dream the other night. Her comments were
incisive, cogent.  I wondered how much of that was her and how much
was the programming. 

Andy was waiting in bed, propped up on one elbow watching, when Mary
and I finished drying each other. My two kittens looked at me
expectantly.  I opened the bedside table, removed a seven-inch
vibrator and handed it to Mary.  

"Play with yourself but don't cum," I said with a smile. I enjoying
watching them masturbate, seeing them pleasure themselves. One of the
things I have observed about women is that they would orgasm in a
crowd before they will let their man see them masturbate. Mary and
Andy now eagerly masturbated in front of me with no embarrassment or
hesitation. 

The reason I ordered her to do it was a physical limitation.  One
cock, two pussies. One will go into two delightfully but not
simultaneously.  Mary gave me a slutty grin and lay back on the bed.
As we watched, she clicked on the vibrator and lay the tip on her
right nipple. She closed her eyes as the nipple pulsated to erection. 

Andy was staring at me, full of anticipation. She was almost quivering
she was so anxious. 

"Now, little kitten, I am going to fuck you."

"Well, I hope so.  I have wanted you all day."  Her face turned shy,
apprehensive.  "Did you know it makes me horny watching you with other
women?  When you were fucking Michelle, I just wanted to be her, tied
down, taking you up my ass. I just wanted to be the one giving you
pleasure."  She smiled very sweetly, her eyes soft and full of love.
"You know I want you to do anything you want to me, don't you?"  

"Yes, I know," I replied.  As I crawled between her legs, she held her
arms up to welcome me.

We did not fuck right then. We touched, caressed, titillated,
tantalized each other, rolling back and forth on the bed. I let my
fingers feel all of her and she did the same to me. The intensity
slowly built, desire growing, our need unfulfilled. Andy's golden hair
was around her head, her blue eyes hot and unfocused.  She was covered
in sweat, hers and mine, her body shiny and damp.  Mary was moaning
softly next to us.  The smell of pussy filled the room. 

"Please, Davy. Come on," she moaned, straining to get me between her
legs. I slipped my finger up her hot, wet, slew, loading it with her
juice. Her pussy lips were bloated, slick with her dew. I rubbed my
finger between her breasts, mixing the sweat and love juice to make a
fine oil which I spread between her mounds. When I lay my cock between
her breasts, Andy pushed them up, making a channel for it.  I move
back and forth, my cock sliding on a slick coat of our juice between
her breasts. 

Perhaps the best thing about Andy is no matter what I want to do, it
makes her horny and she wants it, too.  She is always ready, willing
and anxious to play. If I could tell a woman, any woman, the one thing
most important to her man (besides love, of course), I would say
sexual eagerness. Andy's feet were planted firmly on the bed letting
her thrust her pussy up and down in rhythm to my movements between her
breasts. "Faster, honey," she whimpered. I could feel my ball sac
throbbing.   I slipped down her and rammed my cock in her pussy. She
squealed and locked her legs around my waist, holding me in her. 

"Quite, little lady," I whispered. Mary moaned next to us. She was
watching us through her own unfocused and sex crazed eyes. She did not
ask for relief.  She knew better.  I would let her orgasm when I
wanted to do it and not before. Anyway, she enjoyed the sexual tension
as we all do.

"Harder, David. Harder, please," Andy mumbled in that delightful
English accent. I cupped Andy's ass with my hands, digging my fingers
into her strong ass muscles. I stopped and let my balls start pumping.
Undescribable! 

"Oh, my!" Andy exclaimed as her pussy spasmed on my cock, her orgasm
joining mine. I felt her orgasm over and over.  I lay on her and let
my sock soften in her. 

"Andy?"

"Ummmm."

"Let Mary have my cum."  

Andy struggled over Mary, lowering her pussy to her mother's mouth,
letting Mary clean and swallow, taking my cum from her hairless cunt.
I stopped Mary's flying hand and pulled the vibrator out of her. Andy
orgasmed again from Mary's tongue.  Then, I pulled her aside. She was
asleep in an instant. 

Mary was desperate.  She needed to cum so badly she was almost out of
control. I told my cock to harden and it quickly obeyed.  I crawled
between Mary's legs and slid into her on a sea of her moisture and
Andy's which still was clinging to my cock. I forced Mary's legs out
straight, my legs outside hers and holding hers together, capturing my
cock in her pussy.  I pulled her arms over her head, stretching her,
pinning her arms above her. 

Her face was covered in my cum and Andy's juices.  Her eyes were
begging me to let her orgasm.   I moved only a little, letting my
cock, which was tight against her clit, vary the pressure. She could
not be still.  When I saw a tear form in her eye, I told her to cum.
She screamed my name and arched until only her heels and her shoulders
were on the bed.  Her cunt was a vise crushing me.  Her eyes rolled
back in her head as she laughed and went limp. I released her and went
to sleep on her, her body still twitching under me.

I smelled coffee as the bed moved. It was Andy, dressed in her ski
skins, which, as I have said, fit like a second skin. She kissed me
brightly, then handed me my mug.  As she took a step towards the
kitchen, I said,  "Stop and pull down your bottoms."

She gave me a sexy look over her shoulder as she stuck out her
delightful ass and yanked the ski bottoms down, looking like an
x-rated version of the Coppertone girl. 

"What is this about?" she asked innocently.

"I was trying to decide if I should brand you."

She squealed, and turned, her hands flying to cover her exposed butt,
her eyes big with fear.  She shook her head no. I gave her a dirty
look.  She blushed and looked away.  "I'm sorry. I did not mean to
tell you no, but, Davy, branding hurts worse than anything, I have
heard."

"Yes, but you would do it for me."

"Yes.  You know that," she said, but she still held on to her ass. 

"Go make my breakfast, kitten," I said lovingly. She smiled shyly,
pulled up her skins and bounced out of the room. It is always as
delightful to watch her going away as walking towards me.  

I really was considering branding Andy, although I was not sure why
the idea appealed to me.  In fact, I might brand them all. Or, none of
them.  I closed my eyes to visualize.  Seeing her flesh marred had
less appeal then, but the idea stuck in my head. I had some other
ideas, too.

After waffles with maple syrup, bacon, orange juice, coffee and milk,
I sat in the living room and thought.  It was time to get on with the
treasure hunt for the formula. I gave Andy a job which would take her
out of the house for an hour or so. I called Mary in the living room.
She knelt between my legs and went into her trance. 

"Hello, Dave.  It is Dad again. You have completed your assignment or
you would not be getting this message. The assignment really had two
parts.  Reading all the books was for your mind. The two sex queens
and seducing the twenty women was for your cock.  Damn, I wish I could
have been there with you. You may think it was childish of me to have
all the time spent on sex but I had my reasons.  Your mind needed time
to digest all you have put in it. And, I just like sex. So, sue me.
Now, the formula.  You have all the major pieces except two.  Have
Mary take you to Maria in Denver.  Put her in the trance. Then, say,
'Maria, I need the recipe for tamales.' She will tell you one piece.
The second piece will come from the Hermit. Then, there will be one
more formula realted message. That is all for now.  Good luck."

Mary's head dropped to her chest. I grabbed her as she slumped forward
and carried her into the bed, leaving her covered to rest. 

I must say Uncle Bert's message was shorter and more cryptic than I
had expected.  After making me sweat so long (okay, perhaps all that
fucking was not sweating but I did worry about it) you would think I
would have received more information. I sat in the big chair with my
eyes closed.  I was in deep concentration, analyzing every thing I
knew about the formula, going over ever phase of the information. When
I opened my eyes, Andy was kneeling in front of me, watching me. 

"Holy mackerel! You scared the shit of me," I yelled, startled by her
presence. She grinned, letting me know she meant to scare me. 

"Don't do that again," I snapped.  

She had the devil in her eyes. "Oh, did the big bad man get
frightened?" she asked, in a Tweety Bird voice.  

"I will redden your ass, little kitten," I said in my most macho,
menacing tones.  

"I do not think you are man enough," she retorted, standing up. 

I think I told you I found it to be much more fun if I did not program
Andy to remove her wicked sense of humor.  If I had ordered her,  she
would have frozen on the spot.  This was going to be more exercise and
much more fun. 

I leapt and she ran, giggling like a six-year old.  Andy is a strong
woman, with quick reactions. Her game was to let me catch her, wrestle
for a while and then get away again.  That was my game, too.  Soon, we
were sweaty, puffing and happy. Once, she played dirty, dropping to
her knees to kiss my cock through my pants, begging me to let her suck
him.  As soon as she got my pants down, she ran again. When we knocked
over the lamp in the TV room, I had enough and seized a handful of
blonde mane floating behind her. 

"Oh, Davy, my hair.  Davy," she squealed as I dragged her downstairs.
The look on her face was wonderful. Her cheeks were red, her eyes
bright and clear, her smile ever changing.  She knew I was taking her
to the dungeon. 

She did not know what I had planned but she thought she would like
what I was going to do to her. 

To be continued . . .