Frannie Watson had a big problem -- one that was taking care of so many little ones that addressing the big problem only became harder and harder to do with each passing day. And it was mostly because the sum of all the little problems, when added up, seemed like it might be greater than the one big one.

Thank god, Frannie knew someone who could give expert advice. With that in mind, Frannie asked bubbly, brunette little Sherry Donaldson to do lunch.

As a law-firm lawyer, Frannie could pick a peon from the secretarial pool, take her out for an extended lunch, and call it business -- a conference, note-taking, or an interview for a possible full-time position with the firm. The male lawyers did it and fucked the girls all afternoon, a perk, so the temps tended to be rather young, cute, and perky -- also, easy.

For them, being asked to do lunch meant one of five possibilities: a conference, note-taking, an interview, sex, or notice of termination -- only one of the five being bad, unless one doesn't care to spend an afternoon sucking up to a lawyer.

When Sherry got the personal invite, she knew she wasn't fired -- she seemed to see a four-to-one situation that was most likely a fine, young blonde female wanting a good sucking with massage. Sherry made that assumption so obvious that Frannie felt a need to inform her that this was truly a personal business lunch, not a date.

Frannie intended to ... but with that kneeling little cutie massaging legs up to ass while nose-nuzzling the crotch, Frannie thought, "Well ... why not a no-tell motel date, after all?"

The men do it -- and this sexy young girl of eighteen very tender and delicious years seemed so willing to do a woman -- very willing, quite eager, in fact.

When little Sherry's long and talented tongue snaked inside shear 'n sexy panties to get all in the ooey gooey core of a pussy, Frannie looked around to see if any nosy neighbors were peeking in on Sherry's cubicle. Seeing none, Frannie reached down and pulled the flimsy panties well to the side, then placed a bossy foot on Sherry's desktop to put a yawning cunt in that peon's pretty face like the men do with a stiff cock -- reputed to just haul a cock out and stick it right in a temp secretary's mouth to inform her she was going to a motel to do some "field work.

Frannie wasn't sure any of her co-workers had really done that, but was sure after only a moment that she was doing it to a secretary who had had cocks shoved down her throat before, probably by the partners and by management -- if not by lowly new-hire lawyers like herself. Sherry seemed to know the drill, and was all excited to get a nasty cunt full in her face, a huge thrill for that recently divorced lady lawyer. Frannie, so empowered by the power, amended the invite to, "After we grab some fast-food, I am taking you to a motel for the afternoon. You will service me as I see fit; I expect some damn good sucking up, bitch. I want the works, and I expect the utmost in confidentiality. Not a soul will know what we do and/or discuss. Is that clear, Miss Donaldson?"

Sherry nodded vigorously in the cunt, another cheap thrill for Frannie. Another thrill shot Frannie into both-feet-planted office decency when, from right behind her, came the icy voice of Sheila Winters, the secretarial pool boss: "She'll keep her mouth shut -- but in the future, you come to me to check-out one of my girls, Mizzzz Watson."

Frannie was never so flustered and embarrassed, never so red in the face, as that moment. That moment, when the daughter of the principal partner -- the chief of all non-lawyer personnel, known only as DA BOSS -- an age and staff peer of Frannie, a good first-name-basis female friend, appeared behind her and placed her hands on Frannie's shoulders.

Shelia was getting to be a very close and treasured friend to Frannie -- one who loves to kiss a woman on the lips, and use tongue, while pulling hard on ass to grind cunts at the most inappropriate and embarrassing times. Shelia, a delightfully stimulating tit-grabber and bare-ass smacker, continued: "This ain't exactly cool, Fran. It's not how things are done here. But ... this being your first time fishing from my pool of pussy, I'll let it slide."

"Sheila, I'm ... I am so embarrassed. I heard things and sorta believed them, then she goes right to her knees and confirms everything I had heard. I just ... I was ... I thought ..."

Shelia smiled, easing her hands across Frannie's arms. "Hey, relax, Frannie. It's cool, and I'm pleased to finally know where we stand. Don't be embarrassed. This fine pool of barely-legal pussy is the best perk we have to offer a good lawyer. If you aren't into pussy, there really isn't much to keep a new legal-beagle barking for us. From day one, you showed every indication that you were -- or there would have been no day one. We are now on work day twenty-something; I'm glad you're here. If I don't have a bosom buddy girlfriend, you'll do until I get one. But let's be clear: you have to know I am the madam of this whorehouse."

"That was what I had heard. Hard to believe in this day and age, but ... but feeling is believing, I suppose. That very subservient demonstration did very much impress me."

"Yes, Sherry very much impresses everyone ... got a tongue like a fucking eel, besides being the cutest girl we have. By the way, this one is off probation. One more good report, and she goes full-time. I could get her assigned to you as your personal sexy-secretary; if you like her, I want you to have her. I know she wants you. She is obviously applying for the position. She also needs a decent home ... probably applying for that, too. We all know you are recently divorced -- and not dating, that anyone here is aware. Should be room in your bed for a hungry-tongued loin lover like young Sherry here, right?"

Sherry was still on her knees, applying with eager licking and expert leg and ass massage; face unseen, as her entire head was up under Frannie's skirt while she and Sheila conversed about her.

Sheila eased in close behind Frannie, freeing tits for another good chest massage -- one of a dozen Frannie could now expect in a typical work day, done so often and seen by everyone so much that Frannie stopped wearing a bra. In fact, in the last week she had even stopped minding the baring of great ass for a female lover's spanks, always a great crowd-pleaser that left Frannie glowing and hotter than a freshly fucked fox in a forest fire.

Frannie now had a very subservient bitch lapping naked pussy and said, "Got a house full of impressionable young teenagers, otherwise I'd make room. God, this is making me dizzy and giddy, Sheila."

"They will do that. Consider my offer; I know she is applying. No secret Sherry has a big crush on the new, sexy blonde law-bitch girlfriend of mine. Several do, but I would give the nod to Sherry if it were my call. Take her, try her out, let me know what you think. If you like to try the other three infatuated dolls before making a selection, that's fine. Try all fifteen; make the straight girls drink your piss and lick your asshole clean, if you like. Just let me know. I'll arrange the dates. When you find the one you want, she is yours."

That eager girl was back to deep Frenching a cunt with the owner perched at the edge of the desk topless, with Sheila off to the side pulling up the hem of the skirt so they could see exactly what the girl was doing down there. Frannie was blushing head to toe, her perky tits out, saying, "I made my selection ... went straight to the cutest and youngest looking, the one I figured to be sixteen maybe seventeen. She certainly is very good at this."

"She not may look it, but Sherry did recently turn eighteen. They're all legal pussy, technically -- but Sherry is our youngest and newest, been here one week longer than you. She'd much rather serve a busty babe blonde like you than all the dirty old men who've been dumping spunk up her ass all month. We want you to have the perfect girl, one that makes you perfectly happy here. We even have a perky blonde if you prefer a blonde head in your blonde beaver; she'll soon be twenty-one and does look her age. Me, I like contrast. I can't imagine anything sexier than Sherry's brunette head lapping away in your sexy blonde beaver."

Frannie grinned. "Yes, that is a very sexy sight. Such a pretty face, too. God, that tongue. I know you won't believe this, but I have had this pleasure all of, oh, maybe three times in my thirty-seven year life. This is number four, and the first female to ever do this to me. Were it not for this desk to lean on, I'd be flat on my shamefully inexperienced ass."

"Well, we're going to fix that. All we need from you is shameless full cooperation. You've been doing great so far; no one is rushing you. I'm the only one messing with you, but I know to take everything slow and easy right up until you -- all on your own -- decide to take a dip in the pool. We'll pick up the pace and selected others, male and female, will be invited to mess with you. Are you up for that?"

"YES ... I'm very up for that. Just keep in mind that I am very new at just about everything, and never in my life did anything in a public setting. You were the first. You lead; I follow. When I need another dance partner, hand me off so I'll know I must dance. If I'm not sure, I will most likely do as I always do, push away then keep at arm's length. I don't know why, but I can't ever do that to you -- and I'm thinking that will apply to anyone you pair me with."

"Good attitude, and it shows you trust me fully. I won't ever betray that trust, Frannie. You simply must trust me -- and know that the last thing I want is also the last thing this firm wants, and that is to lose you. We greatly need you, but you must get the experience you lack. I have told you this again and again, but it bears repeating: privacy and modesty need to be non-issues with you."

Frannie smiled, the tongue in her cunt lapping across her slick clit. "It is rapidly getting to be that way, both at home and here. I'm working on that, and surprisingly doing better on the home front, which for me was the greater challenge. I have no dance partner there ... except Amanda -- but when we dance, I lead. Sorta ... sometimes it feels like she leads. It's still a rather awkward dance we're doing. The amazing thing is that we're doing any dancing at all. Everybody is dancing her, I suppose, because they see me doing it."

"Excellent. By the way, Frannie, let's lose the panties and get this hem way up, near the line of indecency. You were very good about losing the bra and chest modesty. Good about baring your sexy ass. Very good about the spanking. Be as good about the panties and losing that final modesty. Lose all modesty. We hired you to be power sexy."

Frannie grinned, biting her lip and blushing with pleasure. "Would you care to spell that out for me?"

"Dress for success, Frannie. A lawyer with great sex appeal can settle difficult cases by lying down on the job. We don't like having to go to court, not when we can win through settlement. We will try anything -- but when all else fails, what we need is a damn good power-sexy attorney who can really pour on the charm. We want to negotiate the best possible deal we can expect without a court battle. We can't always settle, perhaps, but we can always find out what the best possible terms are. That needs a bright, well-trained lawyer, or we'd dress up our best whore and send her in."

"What you just spelled is 'executive power-slut,' I think, and what you are telling me is this firm needs yet another good girl -- one with big tits, a fine ass, and a law degree," Frannie said while permitting Sherry to pull down and remove the offending panties.

"I'm not the best speller, but I doubt anyone else spelled it anywhere near as well as you just did. The more you show, the more successful you'll be. Yes, much better. Shave the lips, but keep the muff nice and trim; save some proof of true blue-eyed blondeness. Let that be Sherry's job. She can keep you power-sexy: always looking, smelling, and tasting your very sexy best."

Frannie now sat perched on the edge of the desk with a leg cocked out to show a very sexy, very turned-on pussy. Sherry decided to show even more -- peeling open the slick, dripping lips to fully expose very intimate pink guts, licked and slurped at, while her boss admired the job.

Shelia continued, smiling, running her hand along Frannie's exposed tits. "The easier you are to bed, the more valuable you are. The team of you and Sherry is what many here see as a power dream team. What me need here is that power dream team, the very best we can put together. That team leader must be a qualified attorney."

"From where I sit like a shameless whore, a power wet-dream team."

Shelia laughed. "Indeed. Let Sherry take you shopping on Daddy's card. Know that we all think she has exquisite taste. You can tell me if she tastes exquisite ... or not, up to you. If you are a very private person in your private life and personal affairs, we can respect that. Goes without saying we all hope you aren't."

"I am getting over that. Doing this helps ... divorcing my insecure and jealous asshole husband helped a lot. Couldn't do this without first having done that. Frankly, I'd love to work in much sexier attire, like the girls here wear ... Sherry, here, most especially. God, she is so damn sexy in anything she wears! If I could dress like her, I think I'd be in some kind of heaven that my ex would call Hell. Four kids, however, are my inhibition. Should say, three. Amanda doesn't inhibit me at all. I was hoping the boys would go live with the asshole; with him out of the house, I couldn't drive any of them off with cattle prods."

Sheila began to suck on Frannie's titties, "Relax ... enjoy. Settle back, spread those sexy legs wide, and let the little girl here do her thing. We run a VERY loose ship, Frannie. This deck of the ship is the whorehouse deck. No coincidence that we put you in a very sexy bedroom office down here. Spelled out, our number one whore in need of a good roomie. Your personal staff assistant doesn't need to know a fucking thing about legal secretary-work or have any typing skills. She does need to be a damn good little whore, experienced in everything sexual."

Frannie took the advice and eased back, raising her knees to let Sherry make the beaver she wanted to feast on. "Christ, loosest ship I ever sailed on. God, I wish my boys had gone to live with their Daddy. I'd have a good home and bed for this very fine assistant. I'm sure my daughter would be very cool about it, and be most supportive of a legal-beagle whore mom with a sexy girlfriend. Those three boys, all older brothers, would make that an impossible living situation if my fucking pervert neighbor nanny wannabe didn't. Fuck, is this ever good. God, did I ever need this!"

Sheila fell to her knees beside Sherry to admire a good cunt sucking, massaging one very firm and sexy inner thigh. "No need to ever do without. I dare say upwards of fifty would gladly take Sherry's place. Any desk, any time -- very public or very private. Most prefer very public ... your call."

"God, this is so unreal. Can't believe I am lying here like this, letting her do that, AND loving it ... her mouth ... good God! Oh, that fucking tongue! This is bliss in recline, in a very public place. If my boys could see me now, they would shit clawing kittens. My daughter would see an ultra-cool mom, and very likely be kneeling on the other side, doing the other inner thigh."

Shelia smiled, licking at the thigh in question. "Not at all surprising, then, that you couldn't get any one of those boys to budge. I know my father prays you're a sexual exhibitionist, a bisexual one who loves getting a big fat cock stuffed up her well-spanked fanny. Any chance of that ever happening? I'd love to tell him to begin dreaming the impossible dream. Damn good man, Frannie. Be great with your sexy little girl, too. The impossible dream I referenced: it's a mother and daughter in a big bed right here on the top floor where he and I live, by the way."

"I would love that. My girl is only twelve, virgin -- or, well, mostly. Sheltered, pampered, never even been spanked. The ex was never an asshole to her. Frankly, I was surprised she chose me over him. Actually, I figured she'd go anywhere brothers weren't. They don't pamper. They'd love to gang rape that very sexy little bitch-princess; they've certainly done everything else. They set her up with the pervert who lives in a camper parked out back -- in exchange for free yard work and exterior home maintenance, now in my home more than he isn't, and dancing the hell out of Amanda. A big problem growing bigger each work day, a problem I wanted to discuss with Sherry over lunch if you want the truth of the matter. When she dropped to her sexy knees and began lapping her way up my rubbery legs, I got all blonde and foggy brained, then forgot what I came to her for. The truth, I swear."

While pushing two wet fingers up Frannie's very tight asshole, Sheila said, "I always want the truth of the matter, Frannie."

"Truth of the matter is, I am damn near a virgin back there ... oh, fuck, was."

"You have a most receptive asshole, my dear -- sucks fingers. All I did was accidentally touch it."

"I don't, oh, Jesus, yes, don't doubt it. It may be virgin, but it is a very horny virgin. My ex considered that type of intercourse sodomy -- as was eating pussy. Me sucking his dick wasn't. Dumb son of a bitch put one in my mouth that he recently had in the asshole of Princess Amanda. That's the only ass it could have been in, because the balls reeked of young girl pussy. I never did get to the bottom of that bullshit. I just divorced the unholy shit out of him."

"The man has his nerve, put a shitty dick in a lady lawyer's mouth."

Frannie laughed, now rocking back and forth with pleasure under the two-hole assault. "I thought so. Back to my big problem. Day three -- maybe day four -- I eavesdropped on a most provocative conversation Sherry was having with some of the girls. Hot little Sherry offered the shocking opinion that a good child molester is exactly what every girl needs, then defining 'good' as doing her some good."

Sheila said to Sherry, "Give me the full definition, Sherry. What did she actually hear? I know you meant every word for her ears -- give it to me word for word."

Young, brunette Sherry leaned back, licking her lips with a smile. "A good molester toughens a girl while doing her no real harm; uses good discipline to make her totally submissive, then takes without asking, freeing her to give without granting, freeing her of any guilt or personal responsibility. The greatest gift any horny little girl can be given is a good raping -- and when given by parents, the ultimate gift. Having been given it by both, I know of which I speak. I did want my dream boss lawyer to hear every word of that. Been applying in every way I could from the day I first saw her appear -- like a vision right out of my wettest dream."

Shelia smiled "Remind you of anyone?"

"You know it. She looked so much like my mommy I almost ran up to her and ... well, who knows what, but that was not my mommy. Sure looked like your new girlfriend."

"Very good, Sherry. But I mean your word for word definition."

Smiling, the little brunette dove back into Frannie's overheating cunt.

Frannie reached down and began pinching at her nipples, grinding her pussy onto Sherry's eager tongue. "When Amanda's daddy did get some ass, and I'm sure he got plenty, I know that he begged and she eventually relented. Then she had to keep on giving it. I'd have had much more respect if he had whipped her into submission then took it, then stuck that nasty cock in my mouth on purpose. I might be pissed -- but I would not divorce a real man. I had always thought some good discipline would do that girl some good, and hearing Sherry's personal testimony spoke volumes to me. What it did was explain why I was so pissed at Amanda's father; pissed and disappointed, honestly, when fucking her in the ass was nothing but a huge turn-on to me."

"Sounds about right," Sheila said.

"My resident perv begs to discipline Amanda; wants to be left in charge to look after her, shepherding my twelve-year old daughter around three horny brothers who are about to gang-rape the shit outta her. Had to take him up on that offer, but without the right to discipline her, only them. Going on eighty days, and for the last ten he tells me again and again that he can't do this right without a free hand and the right to discipline Amanda. I wanted Sherry's expert and experienced take on this situation. Is he good or is he bad? What should a mother do and not do?"

Shelia considered. "Who now guides you?"

"Right now, I'm guided by the path of least resistance, choosing the lesser of evils. Now that summer is upon us and school is out, my only easy option is bring her to work with me. This is no place for a sexy little girl."

That got a laugh out of Shelia and another finger up Frannie's tight shitter. "I couldn't disagree more, not if we are talking this floor, the whore floor, your floor; what better place for a little whore? That's why we gave you such a nice, big, three-whore bed."

"I kinda thought you might say that. Loose ship and all ... much looser than I thought. I know it don't look like it, but that was my sole intent, to solicit some good advice on the subject of good discipline."

"No, it don't look like it. Looks great, but you didn't answer my question. Any chance my daddy can get his wet-dream fulfilled? You and Amanda -- maybe you, Sherry, and Amanda in his romper bed, all very well disciplined and sexy bitches who are fine with getting fucked in the glowing-red ass? Don't need a commitment, but I do need to know: possible or impossible? I think you know the answer to my question."

Frannie closed her eyes, trying to to moan in pleasure. "Well, right now ... impossible. If Clyde, my perv nanny, can have a free hand and can discipline freely ... quite possible to likely. I honestly can't give you the answer you want. If Sherry can put my mind at ease, then I think I can come to you and answer the question. Not trying to be evasive, Sheila, just telling you my current situation."

"You haven't told much. I could at least pass along the current situation. Give me something to give the old man, Frannie Fanny. His pet name for you, by the way."

"Been called worse. Okay, current situation is post-very-nasty-divorce with a new job, new family situation, coming home to three motherfucker wannabes and a pervert nanny who is giving my little girl baths that the naked boys can cum in and piss in. Nanny washes her, but he is definitely fucking her ass. They all might be. She isn't charging, but she never did charge her ass-fucking daddy. I have good reason to think that has been going on for several years."

"Is this something that everyone knows, but simply isn't talked about?"

"I'm sure everyone knows -- the boys may have seen it and gotten in on it. I do believe their daddy would share such a score. Might have done it for them. They may have shared with the perv out back. He has been out back going on three years now. Maybe he scored Amanda's asshole first, let the boys in on it, and they brought Daddy in on a great deal running smoothly. Who da fuck knows?"

"I'd say everyone except you knows."

"They aren't telling, but they all let me know about the baths -- which I have been coming home to, lately, still going on. Her ass gets a good, deep four-finger reaming -- but the pussy only gets one or two, in good and easy masturbation style. Pretty obvious which hole is THE fuck hole. By now it should be as obvious that I don't mind them fucking that hole. I mind even less seeing them force masturbation on her in or out of the tub. She is as good about that as I am about public chest massages and bare ass spankings. It giver her cheap thrills, seeing me be so okay with that and those very rude, crude molesting baths."

Shelia smiled. "That IS an interesting situation."

"Gets more interesting each day. She now gets half a dozen of those baths each day, and I doubt she ever dresses between baths. If the boys aren't fucking her ass, I don't know why they aren't. I do know they aren't disciplining her to get what they want, but it does seem they need to whip her to get pussy and blowjobs. It does look like four determined older men against one undecided, confused, helpless, excessively masturbated, very well-washed child."

Sherry stopped loving on a full beaver, looking up to ask, "Is she complaining?"

"Not enough to get anything stopped. She bitches mostly about the two elder brothers: twin fifteen-year-old sister-raping wannabes with nasty cruel streaks and rough axes to grind away on a deposed princess."

Sheila stopped dining on the very finest in pussy to ask, "Why aren't they fucking her?"

"Fear of her lawyer mother, the same healthy fear keeping the nasty pervert in check. If they aren't fucking her pussy, and it would seem they aren't, it's fear of me. They don't dare stick a dick in her mouth, but I think that's just a healthy fear of teeth. For some reason -- which they may have discovered by accident -- if you strip Amanda down, masturbate her silly, then put her in a tub, she is very easy to fuck with. She's damn near impossible to piss off or insult; her asshole will gobble up half your hand if you stroke it. Had I a dick, I'd stick it up her shitter in a second -- or in her mouth. They certainly dare to get close enough to piss in it and cum in that; they don't fear me on that score. It's pretty clear I like seeing that."

Sherry again stopped eating great pussy to say, "Why isn't she telling you the answers to all the mysteries and riddles?"

"I'm not sure. I was hoping you could tell me, honestly. I think she fears what she can tell and what she can't, taking the safe course by waiting to see my reaction to the things I see; we can then freely talk about that thing I like seeing. Look, as much as I am loving this, I think I'm too nervous and self-conscious to cum ... just can't relax enough. It's lunch time, so what say we go do lunch, then get a room?"

Sherry assisted her new boss to her feet as Sheila helped and said, "Any chance I could come along? She has experience and insights, certainly, but so do I -- and I probably have more experience. I was raised by a damn good child molester, AND quite often fell into the hands of some damn bad ones. I'm not sure Sherry ever had any bad experience. She may not know a good one from a bad one. There is one other we could invite along who has nothing but bad experience."

Sherry knew who and said to a standing and decently dressed Frannie, "Mavis would be good to talk to. If your nanny is any kind of bad, she'll spot it. From what you tell me, he sounds very good to me."

Grinning, Sheila added, "Same here. I'm sure there's much more to tell. Shall I catch Mavis before she leaves?"

Frannie said, "Yes, do ... we'll have a long lunch foursome at the Olive Garden. Seems a good place for four sexy gals to talk intimately."

Before leaving, Sheila said, "Got a much better one, where a woman or a child can be stripped naked and eaten on the table. Eavesdroppers are free to pull up chairs and get in on the conversation. Might be some great input from the lookie loo gallery. MAVIS ... hold up! Excuse me ladies."

The ladies giggled.

Quietly, Frannie asked Sherry if she knew this place, Sherry said, "Oh yeah!"

"Really?"

"Private club, infested with lawyers -- place called The Bar. Most of us secretaries were dancing and waiting tables there, looking for a good out, but I'd say half still work the club on the side. Damn good money in it. Some girls can't get enough sex or money -- sex and money, really. Mavis is one."

As they were leaving to catch up with Sheila and Mavis, Frannie said to Sherry, "You're not?"

"Nah. I get more than enough sex working here. Money isn't a driving force in my life. My needs are simple. Right now, I need a good place to live and for me, that would be in a home with a family. I miss that, and hate living alone more than I hate sharing a cheap apartment with a couple of sleazy whores. Mavis is a roomie, she and her lover, Rachel Ward. It's a fucking zoo there: always messy, loud, nasty, vulgar, and not at all safe and secure. They know the bad types, no problem, but they love them ... big problem. Very dangerous chasing the very bad types. Be careful with any advice you get from Mavis. She'll try to steer little Amanda into some really bad wicked shit just to watch her get all fucked up. The good ones won't fuck a girl up physically or mentally."

"Is the Bar a club for the good, or can any child molester join?"

Sherry laughed. "Strictly for the good -- and it's only for lawyers, judges, and trusted staff. Pappa Winters and Sheila are VERY good, and promote the good way. Also, the smart way. My mom and dad helped get the Bar started and were active till they were both killed in a car crash five months ago. Not long after, I moved in with Rachel and Mavis. Bad move getting worse."

Mavis astutely observed and commented, "Talking about me, Sherry?"

"Warning her about you and Rachel, yes."

Mavis latched onto the free arm of Frannie while saying, "We like to walk on the wild side, my dear. Sherry thinks she knows child molesters because she had a great slap 'n tickle hop-on-pop with a voyeur mom who would do anything to get those two sexy fuckers fucking. She sees us poor girls getting raped and thinks that is just awful. Her daddy made sweet love to her. You turn your little bitch over to us, though -- we'll get her fixed good and proper."

At the car doors of Sheila's brushed-silver Mercedes, Frannie stopped to address the driver, saying, "Just the three of us. We won't be needing any of her input. She has, I think, in-put quite enough."

Sheila said to Mavis, "Bye. Thanks for the in-put ... AND you are hereby terminated. You and Rachel. Work the club if you like, but you no longer work here."

In departing, Mavis turned a hard scowl on her roomie Sherry and said, "Your shit will be out in the fucking hallway, BITCH! If it ain't there when you get there ... tough tittie."

Sheila yelled out, "Now you two can't work the club, either. And if Sherry's shit ain't all there, see you both in court. GET OFF THE GOD DAMN PROPERTY, BITCH!"

There was nothing to say to that, so Frannie sat in the front seat as Sherry got into the back. When Sheila took her seat, Frannie said, "Power! Impressive."

Starting the car, Sheila said, "I never cared for those two, just looking for an excuse. She gave it, the dumb cunt. Rachel is even dumber. Dumb and dumber. We don't need dumb anything, working at either place."

From the back seat, Sherry said, "Amen to that. I don't suppose you'd come with me to get my stuff, ma'am?"

"I fully intend to, Sherry -- only I'll send some men over with a pickup truck. Just find a decent place to have it delivered. If Frannie takes you on, we will double your salary, plus you'll get paid extra for any fucking. Get your own decent apartment; you can afford luxury. Stop shacking in trashy dumps with these losers. I know you do it because there is a lot of your voyeur mom in you, but get your kicks some other way. Second hand smoke can kill, but second hand rape can kill faster and deader. I know your parents both died recently, but don't be in such a hurry to join them. It won't be the same without bodies, Sherry. You are far too fine, with a very bright future here, to waste your precious life this way. Get a fucking dog and some good porno videos. Get a safe, secure, clean and decent life, sweetheart."

Sherry blushed. "I'm trying, Sheila. I hate living alone more than I hate living with dumb cunts like those two."

"Who says you have to live with women? Get two good male roomies, or one and a dog. Stop bunking with fucked up bitches and sleazy whores, for Christ's sake. I know you love pussy, but are you really that queer? Every man who has had you swears you ain't. Then again, every woman swears you are. Frannie, what do you think?"

Frannie looked back to Sherry, smiling, and said, "I think you can have those men deliver her things to my place. We'll work it out. I want you, Sherry. If there is any voyeur in you, I think you will love living in my home. A month ago you'd have been bored to tears, but lately the viewing is anything but boring and it only gets better every day. Each day there is something new. I can't wait to get home each day just to see the new thing."

"Oh thank you, Mizz Watson. That was my hope and dream," Sherry gushed. "I hope I wasn't being too obvious."

"Honey, you were perfectly obvious. I would love to have you, but there isn't a soul under my roof that wouldn't want you under it. I will include our resident pervert, Clyde. Good, bad, or something in between, he has proved to be very controllable. I think you can help me control this character, and I think you could be a good friend to my daughter. As much as I want you to share my bed and bedroom, you could do more good -- and be more use -- sharing her bed and her bedroom."

"Great, I'd love that."

Sheila said, "Any lesbian voyeur's wetdream. Take my daughter, please."

Frannie laughed, but Sherry said to the laughing mom, "I'm not a lesbian. I am a voyeur, a horny bisexual one like my mom was ... if that makes a difference."

No longer laughing, Frannie turned more to face Sherry, smiling warmly. "Makes no difference to me. I'm pretty sure Amanda is as bisexual with little or no experience with females. She very much loves being naked with me, fascinated with my mature pussy. Since her daddy vacated the marital bed about three months ago, she has been sleeping with me, and we sleep naked. I'm sure she'll be no less fascinated with your pussy -- only she'll feel at greater liberty to take liberties. I can feel her desire to. She loves to smell it, massage it, wash it, and kiss it. She is shy about getting queer with it. I get no tongue and no sucking. I get lots of good loving attention, but without tongue or sucking."

Sherry frowned. "That sucks."

"It is quite maddening. I feel sure you'll get everything I get and the tongue with good sucking. Tell her what you do and urge her to do me that way, too. Just don't tell her I told you to get her for me. I'd be very embarrassed, but I do want her to be that way ... that, or stop this maddening foreplay. Getting to be a real torture. All these baths by a naked man and three naked boys do make her love me more. She is most loving and affectionate when I actually observe and see nothing wrong, just good clean harmless fun."

"Sounds like it."

Frannie smiled. "It is, molesting a naked young girl in a bath tub with only two inches of pissy, cummy shitty water because all new water first goes up her ass with a water wand enema attachment. She gets douched and enemaed excessively in whatever position they chose to put her in -- and hold her in. A favorite is her held upside down by wide ankles, with her long blonde hair in pissy & shitty water so all the butt 'n tawt slop runs down her sexy young bod -- a very well developed bod for her age. She needs a good shower after every bad bath. I'm sure you'll love watching that with me."

"Sounds great. Can we be naked, too?"

"I'm getting there, now down to watching in bra and panties, quite sexy and shear ones. I pretty much live in my sexy new undies while she lives as naked as the boys. I insist Clyde wear brief shorts when not giving Amanda a bath. Adults are now in underwear, but kids are free to go about naked. Been that way since school let out a week ago, and that kicked this thing into high gear. Changes that used to take a week are now taking one day. That's all subject to change."

Sheila quipped, grinning, "Seems the only constant in your life now is change."

"Work or home. At home, no rule is set in concrete. Any rule that gets ignored enough without consequence wipes that rule off the chalk board. There used to be a hard fast rule that Amanda was not to be undressed or bathed. Now they undress her right in front of me, masturbate the hell out of her, then take her off to be gang bathed, which is to say gang molested -- but I am now very fine with that, and fine with them using my extra large dream master bath and dream tub. I'm right behind them. Wouldn't miss one, damn tempted to get naked and join in the good clean fun. Be great to have Sherry pave the way for me to follow."

Sherry said, "I'd love to pave all ways for you. Just show me which ways you want to go. Odds are, been there, done that. I'm great in any threesome. Besides being a voyeur, my mom was pretty kinky, cheated a lot and got a lot with me."

Sheila pulled into a parking space at what looked like a large old house and said, "Are you fucking him ... this perv nanny of yours?"

"No. He's not my type ... might be my mother's type. He's her age, barely fifty, and very horny ... hung nicely, too. Been thinking seriously about hooking those two up and adding on a good addition for them. She does love my perv nanny stories; she's met him, and does find him very sexy. He did like what he saw and often talks about gang banging my mommy after giving her a gang bath. I recently shared that with her and made her cum three times over a telephone. I never knew she masturbated. That horny bitch fucks dogs. I think those two are soul-mates who are now enjoying great phone sex."

Engine off and ready to get out, Sheila said, "So, why aren't you fucking him?"

"I think about it a great deal. I'm not sure he does. If he does, he hasn't made that desire clear. His desire for Amanda has been made abundantly clear, as clear as the boys' desire to fuck me and her, also their busty little grandma, and anything that smells fishy or shitty. He might be fucking them or they may be fucking him. The man is a card carrying pervert, Sheila. Is this their club house?"

"It is for members of the Bar who become members. Daddy owns it. I help manage it. I hire and fire the girls here and back there. Call me Madam, but the very best girl I ever had at either place is sitting in the back seat getting my Corinthian leather all sticky and stinky over thoughts of your wetdream dream home and family."

All laughed and Sherry said, "Sorry about the seat, Sheila. I'll borrow a towel and get this mega mess sopped up. If my master made a mess, I'll lick that up."

At the term master, Frannie's eyes widened and brows lifted to see Sheila smile and say, "Can you take a hint, or do you need everything spelled out for you?"

"Not if the hint is that good. She just got the job and joined the family. Give my new daughter the raise, Sheila."

From the back, "OH goodie! Thank you, Master. I will get you the girl. Don't you worry about that, and you WILL be seduced by a daughter who thinks it is all her idea, empowered by the knowledge of how to get any woman to lie down and relax for her -- but a mother will be her specialty. Was mine. She'll be tutored by the best, who knows that the very best in pussy is between a mother's sexy legs. Hope you don't mind, but I will tell those boys the same thing. Ain't no pussy like Mom's, but a boy needs to know exactly how to go about getting some. The very best is, I've found, always the most difficult."

"You know all the best ways I take it."

"My mom taught me that. I had two older brothers, and two younger. I got them all laid, and again whenever they needed more. They needed me to do the foreplay. All you need to do is fully cooperate with me -- but be difficult or impossible for any of them. They learn."

After leaving the vehicle, Frannie said to Sherry, "It has been difficult, but it sure isn't looking impossible, not lately. By the way, living in sexy undies is new, only seven days old, still not getting old. The boys are getting quite bold."

While Sheila used a pass key to gain entry, she commented, "If you didn't want bold boys, you wouldn't dress for success at home."

They entered a house but headed for the basement stairway with Frannie saying, "Guilty as charged. Still, I want them to work for it, and I don't ever want to be easy. Boy, this looks ominous, like a passageway to the dungeon."

"Relax, Frannie. Just a popular theme motif. Somewhat an S&M club -- Daddy's thing, my thing, the general theme of the membership. Our girls get into our thing or they work elsewhere. Actually, they are into it or don't get hired in the first place. If you see a sexy bare ass, feel free to slap it. Every table has a crop, one serving wench and one whipping bitch. They alternate. Feel free to whip any ass, legs, tits, pussy if you get a shot. That will alternate them. Just be advised that the more shit a girl takes from you, the bigger the tip she expects. If you love to punish pussy with a crop, a good tip to a girl being good about that is a C-note."

The trio entered a basement decked out in S&M dungeon style where large, stout, wooden, round tables sat parties of up to eight -- mostly men, but quite a few in couples. All were being served by near-naked young wenches, some not yet into their teens, all in abbreviated studded-leather harnesses that hid nothing anyone might want to hit. Eight tables were being served by eight servers, while another eight submissive were serving up parts to be punished: the pussy being by far the most popular part to whap with a crop. All this made for a stunning sight as Sheila ordered a corner table, made ready just for their party of three.

Seeing how fascinated Frannie was about the little girls getting their beavers whipped, Sherry offered, "Most are very good about getting a beaver whipped ... damn hard to be good about that. Fucking hurts really bad. I will be very good about that for you for free, Master."

Frannie was stunned and most intrigued by that generous offer as Sheila is saying, "Sherry had the best beaver for cropping and I doubt she ever put in a full shift that she didn't go home with a well-earned grand. Can't imagine why she quit."

Frannie said, "I can. Jesus Christ, this is so fucking bizarre, Sheila."

"We want it to be. Our table is ready. Follow me, ladies. Sherry, you can get naked. If your master don't want to wail your pussy yet, I sure as hell do."

Upon arrival, Sherry stripped as the ladies sat. A server and a whipping bitch were soon there. Both looked like high school girls, but most of the girls did, and Frannie saw three that could not be much older than Amanda, possibly thirteen or fourteen. One girl was easily eight or younger; the average age appeared to be fifteen or sixteen. This was shocking.

Frannie had to ask Sheila, "All of these girls are minors. Some of these girls are very minor. Isn't this very illegal?"

"Well, yes it is -- but they're mostly the daughters of members working a summer job. Illegal as hell, certainly, but safe and quite profitable for the girls. We insist they get to keep all their tips as their own money. No one may profit at their great expense. If you join, I could put Amanda on, but the same very strict rule applies. Must be of her own free will and for her own personal gain. When she is here on duty, you -- her mother -- are just another member with a cunt. She answers only to the on-duty bitch master. He or she answers to me or my daddy. We co-own, but this is really MY club. I am the lord high master mistress who can strip and whip any bitch. You are about to see the standard demonstrated."

To the waiting help, Sheila said, "We need a server wench but we brought our own whipping bitch. Bring the lunch special for three and a top-shelf bottle of Merlot. When our whipping bitch sits down to eat, we'll need replacements. Tell Howard I want the best three young girls on duty today, but nothing older than the wine. If anyone whines or cries, she and Howard are fired. GO!"

Turning to a very impressed Frannie, Sheila said, "Power corrupts. I simply have way too much."

"Yes, it would seem so. How old is the wine?"

"It'll say on the bottle. Every bitch brought had best be younger. I just happen to know that is possible today if I order the house stock Merlot. I'm sorry, but I can't impress you if I order some other wine."

"Merlot's fine. I am nothing but impressed, Sheila. I'm so impressed, hell, you could serve three-day old Kool-Aid," she said, then added, whispering, "why are these people crowding us like this?"

"Ignore eavesdroppers that don't speak. If you wish, ignore those who do. Custom is to be as ghosts and treat them as ghosts. When a ghost speaks or touches, they open themselves to be invited to go away -- or to take a seat, and share the expense of any tip the table generates. I will let you make those calls, but when you ignore a speaking ghost, you are saying in effect, 'remain a ghost or go away.' If you want a private conversation, just tell them all to haunt some other table."

Sherry, stripped down, was now on the table -- making Sheila a very good beaver to hit with a crop. Frannie leaned in, "I'd feel very rude doing that, but what I want to talk about is very personal and private. Also, very illegal."

"Yes, that's why you attract so many curious ghosts. They want to hear personal, private shit that is as illegal as what they are all doing. If you want to be accepted, bare your wicked soul. If you don't ever plan to join their wicked club, fuck 'em. Be advised, this is your first and last free look-see. By my own rule, and all of mine are carved into stone. I can only offer a non-member one. Even then, your application for membership must be voted on. Three 'NOs' kills it dead, but any one key NO can. There are members and there are MEMBERS. Only I know who the key members are. Being at all rude won't help."

"What does help," Frannie asked, "besides not being rude?"

"You'll get big points for picking up this crop and wailing the tar out of some very illegal pussy. Sherry is no longer illegal. If I were you, I would get those three little ones after I do Sherry and after we have enjoyed our meal and conversation. That'll cost the table three-hundred, so the more asses you can get in seats, the less that hurts. Observe."

With that, Sheila began whapping the tar out of that shaved bald pussy that writhed under the punishing assault without ever denying it as a target, which nothing but awed Frannie. One could easily see how badly that hurt, even if one had no pussy one could relate to. They did draw a large crowd, roughly half of the fifty souls seated or standing elsewhere. Six men spoke one after the other and requested a seat which Frannie graciously offered. Now a party of eight, but two more brought over chairs and made a request.

They ended up a party of ten with thirty or more standing ghosts. Some of them were fucking their servers or whipping-bitches from tables made empty by a mass migration to watch fifteen minutes of beaver punishment by a real pro on one of their old favorites. Everybody seemed to know and love Sherry; great seeing her back and working again. Disappointed to learn she wasn't working, just a guest with her new master.

Easy to see why she was so popular and greatly missed, but -- hot as it was -- imagining Amanda taking such a punishing whipping between her little girl legs and being half as good about that as Sherry seemed to be simply was impossible. All that Frannie could do was wonder if Clyde would hit her there if given a free hand to discipline -- and was that what he was after?

Frannie didn't need to wonder if any of the brothers would. They all would, and be as merciless to a pussy as Sheila. Actually, Clyde would be as merciless, for he was a boy much like her own three -- just with thirty-something years tacked on, not any one adding anything in the way of maturity or social responsibility. Fortunately, he feared what boys fear: an angry lawyer mom who rarely appeared at all angry, but still was a lawyer who had recently been very angry and demonstrated her power and wrath when angered on a cowering ex husband.

All were learning that an amused lawyer was nothing to fear, and Frannie was learning that the wicked sport of brutal girl discipline was the most amusing thing Frannie had ever been amused by. Seeing those men fucking those young girls all around their table was a close second -- only made better by the wicked thought that some were getting fucked by Daddy, a daddy who was whoring their young asses for fun and for somebody's profit. Any girl who can pay for her own college is a profit to parents however looked upon and ruled on. How many mothers were? Would she, could she, be another?

Sherry got off the table when their meals arrived, and she was one very sore diner -- gingerly taking her seat between cruel and merciless masters, for Frannie did get to do some whipping and did prove she could whip pussy with the best of them, be as merciless, and really make a little bitch suffer. Frannie had no idea she had that in her. Amanda didn't have a clue. How many others didn't? How many mothers would be present to see Frannie, today, whip their little girl that way?

Frannie had to know.

Sheila found out: two out of three, but a substitution sixteen-year-old could make that three for three. She'd be slightly older than the wine, but that was Frannie's call. Two would be younger than the wine -- a very fine fourteen-year aged Merlot. Frannie wanted to think about that a bit more, but joining the club here was a no brainer. As for that old wine, a cool grand. That was all Sheila's treat, but the tip was a table charge that excluded the two guests. Three-hundred divided by nine if the plan remained as planned. Plan was to do three exactly as Sherry had been done.

Frannie simply could not imagine doing that with the child's mother looking on, and kept asking Sheila if she was sure the mothers would all be cool about that. Frannie could easily see three NOs in those three member mothers. After answering the same question three times, Sheila had the three mothers bring their three girls and answer the questions posed directly to them. All had witnessed the cruel and mercilessly long whipping Sherry got, with the last half of it given by Frannie. After the whipping became excessive, it was Frannie's turn.

Two of the three mothers were not at all thrilled by the idea and the other was adamantly unhappy and unwilling to subject her little girl to it. None of the girls wanted any part of a whipping like that. Discussion revealed that Sheila and Sherry had been showing off and that type of whipping, far from being the standard, simply isn't done for any amount of money, at least not over the summer when more junior girls get to work the day shift.

When Frannie realized she had been had, the whole place erupted into laughter. Then everybody made her feel welcome and in if she wanted in. She did get to whip those three girls, but they got the standard hundred-dollar pussy whipping. That was a twat flapping in gymnastic beavers that Amanda could do as well as most with better beavers. That limber bitch could easily lap her own pussy and insert one inch of tongue into her own ass.

Frannie didn't see any who could even come close to that, though the sixteen-year-old gymnast was able with helpers to touch a tongue to her inflamed clit. The attempt was made when Frannie bragged on what her Amanda could do unassisted. They all tried. One managed a strained contact but with assistance.

What that did was get a club all hot to get that amazing girl seen in the pictures Frannie passed around. They weren't all sexy, but one was very sexy and showed a very cute girl wearing only panties in a tight tuck to kiss her own bare ass with the panty material all inside the ass and pussy crack, a recent photo taken by brothers who posted it to an illegal offshore kiddie porn site that solicited such digital pics to a contest with a ten-grand prize.

All bullshit and a prize nobody wins, but it yields a ton of hard-to-get kiddie porn. They had a slew of Amanda submissions before Frannie became aware, stopped that shit with a new rule, then took one of the tamest and arguably legal ones to add to her wallet collection just for such an occasion when proof was needed to back up a boast. Clearly any girl who could do that could get an inch of tongue up her own asshole, could eat her own pussy and need no friends at all.

She could also watch her own cunt getting a whipping and kiss her own owies between cruel lashes.

Everyone in the club wanted her bad. What they saw in Amanda was another Sherry, getting a much earlier start. Turns out Sherry's parents were members who got Sherry working the Bar at the age of just turned fifteen. They were among the few non-lawyer exceptions made just to get Sherry, although her mother was a legal secretary at the firm where Sherry now worked.

In table conversation, Frannie found out that Sherry's mother and father died in a head-on collision with a drunk driver, leaving their five children independently wealthy, not fully settled and a done deal, but done enough to free Sherry of doing anything for money ever again. She quit the Bar and took to the pussy pool where her mom got her start twenty years earlier. She hired on a week before Frannie did, so both were new. Frannie in her fourth week; Sherry in her fifth.

Sherry was stoked, because it took her mom two full years to get off probation and get on full time employee status with full benefits. Sherry braced for a year, because she had all that club time that her mother didn't, but never dreamed it could happen in only five weeks, then get picked up by a very dreamy babe blonde lawyer. The lawyer her mom drew and never was able to shake was the biggest asshole, one who eventually demanded she work her girl hard and fuck her sons often. As fate would have it, the same drunk driver they met.

As fate can be cruel, he survived but was serving out a mandatory year behind bars and doing his best to control Sherry by pen-paling her until he got out and could do that directly. Sheila was unaware. When she became aware, she wanted all of the correspondences. The letters were in among the stuff Mavis threatened to toss out into the hall. That ended lunch.

The three went directly to the apartment where Mavis was indeed following through on her threat in dramatic fashion, literally throwing stuff until she threw some on a very angry Madam who had her and Rachel arrested for assault and battery. Sheila did provoke it, but did to make a charge stick. Since both were on probation and doing drugs, their apartment got a thorough search; drugs were found and new far more serious charges got added. Sheila was able to find the letter bundle and get those away from the crime scene.

Three men came with the truck to gather up all the rest, delivering those to Frannie's home where they walked in on a bizarre bathing ritual while searching for Frannie. A man and three boys were as surprised as three men, but they were soon naked and busy helping to give a girl a bath. That was the scene Frannie and Sherry came home to -- they weren't far behind the truck.

The girls started off way ahead, but had to stop for gas and potty.

The movers, a father and two adult sons, were a trio that came very highly recommended as good, safe little-girl playmates who really knew how to give a young girl a major thrill ride. In fact, in addition to working as movers, they were the Bar's go-to bitch breaker-inners -- popularly known as the A-team. Thinking that Frannie's car was in the garage, they entered the house and went looking for the babes to find out where they wanted all that stuff. They entered hard and horny, figuring to get some great pussy as a nice tip, so seeing that girl all soaked in piss and semen was not an unwelcome sight.

They all needed to pee, too. Well, cum and then pee.

That scene didn't need more of either, but it got plenty of both; then the babes arrive fully dressed, expecting to direct a move-in operation while explaining things to the residents and nanny. Frannie had every intention of arranging one of their thrill rides for Amanda. She walked in on one in progress.

Frannie never saw such a wicked bathroom scene. Two of the men -- the sons -- were on opposite sides of the tub, finger-fucking the hell out of both fuck holes while the daddy had his pony cock in the child's mouth and was jacking off right in it, while cruel brothers were torturing semen-soaked tits while a third held both the arms up and pulled back. The pros, seeing dumb cruelty, kept thumping those idiots until they were abusing her right. The legs were draped over the sides and the ass wasn't even near water.

Shortly after they entered, the one doing the ass got into the tub and began fucking that ass with his pony cock, unaware anyone had entered. He soon became aware but was balls-deep in a preteen girl's asshole and enjoying a damn good piece of ass. The only one not involved was the nanny, but he got squeezed out and was standing on the toilet to see the scene, trying to get a very spent pony cock of his own to stand back up and salute it.

On seeing the mother enter with a surprise guest, he stopped doing that and felt as silly as he looked with Frannie turning to her young guest to say, "My nanny."

Without batting an eye, Sherry said, "So hard to get good help these days, but I'm thinking you could do much better."

Frannie said, "Not for free, sadly, and he lives out back in a box on wheels. At least, he used to. Years ago it actually ran and rolled."

"I'd say he is worth what he charges."

He stepped down to say to Frannie, "Before you tell me who she is, who are these guys?"

"Three of the world's worst movers, although great in the sack. Like you, they work very cheap and are convenient."

"They also work fast. I may be the world's worst nanny, but you can't say I work fast -- I've been very patient; careful and patient. So, who is your cute friend?"

Frannie grinned. "Sherry Donaldson. She is my new staff assistant in need of housing, so she is now a resident family member who will be sharing a bed and room with Amanda, so how about getting her roomie clean and presentable after the movers get through rudely and crudely violating her."

He smiled and said, "They sure are doing that like we ain't never dared do before. Ain't none of us got the balls to put a pecker in her mouth full of teeth. That ballsie fucker with a big horse cock did that and pissed right down her throat before he took to jacking off to give it a cum chaser. If he cums like he pisses, she gonna look pregnant. Might end up pregnant if that fella there thinks he can fuck the hole he prepared. I know damn well he's thinking it; he's just waiting on somebody to say he can't fuck that hole."

Frannie did see that, too, but turned her attention back to Clyde and said, "You are the nanny in charge."

"Yeah, but the world's worst. I thought we'd need to give her some damn serious discipline to get her to be this good."

"One would think so ... so, are you withdrawing your demand for the right to freely discipline Amanda?"

"Fuck no, but that weren't no demand. That were a request made over and over. Been begging it lately."

Frannie shrugged. "Seemed like more a demand than a request. Request denied, certainly, but a demand requires I give serious thought and consideration, weigh my limited options, then decide what is best for the family as a whole. That family, which just added another member in favor of free-hand discipline that I thought was a demand. If it is only a persistent request..."

"Nope! A demand you need to consider, and may I be first to welcome a new family member, a most welcome sight, young lady. I be Clyde, the disciplinary nanny who been denied the right to do my job right."

Sherry reached to shake his cock, saying, "Pleased to meet you, Nanny Clyde. I must say, you certainly know how to give a girl a good bath."

"Bout all we can do without the discipline, and ain't never done it this good ... not near as good. Only been the four of us, none with the balls they all got. This here is first class girl washing. Good clean fun, right, Frannie?"

"It has been, yes. This, however, is child molesting with tit torture. Wrap this up, Nanny. I need movers to do moving chores. She needs a serious bath. Next time three men barge in on her bath, exercise some authority instead of your right arm. Also, don't stand on my toilet; my boys all know better, and you should know more than any of them. I do not care to see mindless cruelty and heartless meanness. They obviously don't know any better. You should. If you don't, I'm sure there are other nannies. I can afford the very best with training and credentials, so you give that some serious thought and consideration."

"I sure will do that, Frannie. Ya'll boys stop that cruel shit. You men got fifteen minutes, no more. When I call time's up, ya'll stop and get to doing mover chores. NO, ya ain't fuckin her pussy. Just finish up what yer already doin'. Be any worse than you are, your time is up. You'll go quietly or be throwed out. Fight me, you'll be talkin to da law. I be da nanny, GOD DAMNIT!"

The one jacking off in her mouth was the real man in charge. He looked to the puffed up nanny and said, "Ain't nobody gonna fight you, Pop. Don't want no trouble, just want some of what you got. If you ain't got the balls to get it like we getting it, take notes. We are showing you how. We didn't piss the mom off. You and these cruel boys did. Junior IS getting him some pussy soon as Bucky gets done fucking her ass."

The one still fucking her asshole said, "We ain't molesting. All we doing is using and abusing."

The one still preparing her pussy added, "Ain't no girl gonna fight that or bite if it's done right. You fuckers just don't know how to do a young girl. Watch and learn."

Their leader, getting good head, said, "I got her sucking, and they got her loins in motion, probably going to get her off real good if you stop watching the clock and just watch. Her mom said when we get done. We ain't done."

Clyde looked to Frannie who shrugged and said, "I did say to get her clean and presentable AFTER the movers get through rudely and crudely violating her."

"Yeah, but then you said to wrap this up."

"The over-all 'this' ... the bath, specifically. AFTER they finish, don't fuck around. Get her washed, clean, and presentable. Give her a good shower, Clyde. Douche the pussy good and wash as much sperm out as possible."

"Get her dressed, too?"

"I'll leave that up to you, as I have all week. You dress and undress her as much as you like, masturbate her as much as you like, and bathe her as much as you feel she needs. We can discuss your demand for a free-hand to discipline. Before we turn in, you'll have my decision. If it is favorable, you may do some, then tuck her in with Sherry. IF you get that, I expect you to tuck me in. Tuck me well, we MIGHT get breakfast in bed served by my naked mother who begs to be the live-in maid and assistant to the live-in nanny."

That made the boys shout with glee and made the girl cum with loin glee, which triggered the boss and gave her a mouth full of yucky fuck which she added to a bellyful of his piss -- but she still kept up the sucking and milking of his spent cock, which so thrilled Frannie she went to her knees at the tub's edge. There, she knelt with Sherry to closely observe all the great using and abusing that was still going on, and she added her own hands to massage tortured titties on a girl being a very good fuckhole for the men who were using and abusing her so well.

Frannie was close at hand for the changing of the fuckers, which put a very gorgeous pony cock ball's deep in that cock-sucking and hungry pussy of Amanda's: a sight that had all gathered in a tight huddle to see. What they saw amazed them as a mother's hand felt and fondled the pussy and the cock, a most welcome show of support for the raw fucking of fertile pussy.

The touch of her mother's hands made a horny daughter feel even better about it all. Frannie thought it might, and did want her to be as a first step to working the Bar. Frannie all but promised them Amanda; what she saw only encouraged that mother. That girl, like Sherry, had the right stuff and was very up for a go sign on free-hand discipline, appearing so up for that Frannie had to ask her how she felt about free-hand discipline as the fucking was now well underway and on cruise control, very clearly thrilling that girl no end.

She had to un-cock her mouth to say, "You need to do what is best for the family as a whole. I will go along with whatever you decide is best. If that will get Grandma living here as the naked maid and assistant nanny, you even have my vote. With my vote, it should be unanimous for free-hand discipline with every kind of fucking. Should be a no-brainer, Mom. Don't see why you can't decide right here and now."

"Well, it would seem there is no good reason," said Frannie, looking to the grinning nanny. "You now have a free hand to discipline, Clyde. Use it wisely and you'll keep it. Abuse it, you lose it. If you get her to change her vote, you obviously abused it. Her vote is -- and will always be -- the deciding vote. Don't ever forget that, or my feelings about senseless and mean cruelty. You are also free to freely discipline the boys, so there is no excuse for excessive abuse or any permanent damage ... NONE. Are we clear on all that?"

"Clear as a bell, Tinker Bell. How bout you get your momma over here and get her into the proper uniform to nanny assist me."

"Naked?"

"Hell yes, naked, and shaved bald in the cunt the way I like em. I done phone sex told her that, but she won't shave it till you order it shaved. Even then, she wants Amanda to do it and keep it shaved. Wants her ordered -- both, just following your orders. Love it more if you order Amanda to masturbate it and eat it. She is pretty sure you'd do that, and love to see your orders being carried out to the letter, see it with sexy naked sons and the nanny. Probably like these mover men to see it, too."

Frannie stood and said to the big dummy, "I am sure Mom wanted that to be a secret. I know she'll be very pissed and disappointed to know her soulmate was that god damn stupid. Here is a firm stone cast new rule. Nobody heard what you just said. Until my mom shares her secret wants and wishes with me, I have no idea what to order. As it stands right now, I will order her to do her maid work and nanny assisting in the naked uniform, complete with a full pubic beard."

Clyde said, "It ain't full. I got her shaving the lips and trimming the rest down short and neat. To shave it all off, she wants you to want that. She knows you don't shave any, and she is thinking you might like hairy cunts."

"Sherry will be keeping me shaved, neat, and sexy clean. I will have Amanda do Mom likewise. Bald awaits a bald wish. You can push her to make wishes, but until I hear them, the order remains on hold and NOBODY knows what awaits a wish. God damnit, I am dead serious. Anyone who ruins this for my mom will NOT reside or be welcome under MY roof. Amanda excluded, but she could never and would never ruin this for her sexy Grandma. Same for Sherry. I am talking to those with dicks. There isn't a dick or cock here I won't ban from the property."

Clyde said to the cruel twins, Fred and Eddy, "Listen up, cuz she is talking right at you two cruel fuckers."

"I am talking to all three of you idiots. Boys, your daddy will take you in if I toss your dumb ass out in the street. Think I won't? Try me. If you think Amanda can't make a wish, you are way too dumb to live here. You are all three still here because she has yet to wish any of you weren't."

Bobby pleaded, "Mom, I am very good to Amanda, but these fuckers love being mean and cruel to her. Pisses me off, and they'll get me thrown out with them. If I go there I am soooooo fucked it ain't funny."

"No, I have eyes and Amanda has my ear every night we go to bed. Fred, Eddy, you dumb fucks are grinding your dull axes on a very soft compassionate heart. Don't know why she won't wish you two assholes away, but if I see anymore grinding, I won't wait on her wish. I'll make a wish then blow your dumb asses right out the front door. Long before that happens, I know Grandma will make a wish. She adores that sexy sweet girl. Had she seen what I just saw, her wish will be that I leave you two tossed out and extend to these three sexy men an open invitation to stop by any time. She can get Clyde to do the tossing for her."

Clyde said, "Tossin or whippin. That nekid little woman will be nothin but pleased as punch here. I will guaran-damn-tee that."

Frannie turned to him and said, "That's bold talk coming from the one most likely to ruin this for her."

"Yeah, but now I know better. You fixed that bad fuck-up. She'll never know. I guar..."

"I know: you guaran-damn-tee that. Trouble is, you can't. You are cut from the same cold cruel cloth as Fred and Eddy. If Mom ever discovers that, you no longer look sexy. You look dangerous."

"That ain't so, Frannie. Me and yer son Bobby is cut from the same cloth, and your momma is cut from it, too. I tell you straight out. Me and Bobby make love to her in her perfect, pretty little fanny. These fuckers like to fuck her in the bitch ass and take a piss up her fucked ass. They do her like her daddy do. He was a cruel fucker, too. He only shared her with Fred and Eddy. Bobby come cried to me about it, begged I get over here and protect her from these two little monsters bent on raping her bad. That is how this all come to be, Frannie. Done told your mom everything and she praises me up one side and down the other. She ain't goona discover no dark, cruel, or evil side of me. Don't got one. Don't believe me, just ask Amanda."

Amanda still had three good user abusers, still sucking on that yummy big cock, still getting a great fucking in the pussy, with a well-fucked ass getting a three-finger reaming, but uncocked to say to her mom, "True, Mom ... all true. I love my nanny as much as my granny. I know they are soulmates. I also love my daddy. He never had to rape me. Not much, anyway. I didn't mind him sharing, but Fred and Eddy need adult supervision. As long as they have that, they don't scare me. With Grandma living here, there will always be two. They'll be okay, just like Daddy some day. They are learning and need to stay to learn more and get better."

"I am surprised to hear you say that."

"Yes, they like being cruel, but they never do any damage, and nothing they do is out of meanness. Push them out, they might hurt some poor girl real bad and WILL end up in prison. They don't want that. I don't want that. I don't think anybody wants that. I think if we put that to a vote, we'd all vote to make me the little bitch they get to practice safe tortures on; dogs, horses, get me pregnant. I'll vote first. I vote YES, and when Daddy gets me, they get to come along. That is where they get their training and practice. Here, you all just get to see what they learned. I'm told I suffer beautifully. You might think so, too."

"I know so -- and boy, have I found the perfect summer job for you. Figure on making a thousand a day on a slow day."

"Sounds great. Mom, I LOVE these sexy men. I'd love it if they felt free to stop by any time to use me and abuse me like they do. They really do know how to do a girl. I know you think so, too, so how about that open invitation to use and abuse me much as they want however they want. I'm game. Aren't you?"

"Am now. Guys, you have an open invitation. Don't abuse it. Keep her game, the invitation remains open. Right now, how about helping me get this new girl moved in? Let these guys finish up her bath. After we get Sherry settled and Amanda all pretty, maybe you three can show us what you can do with your free hands to use and abuse, right after Clyde demonstrates his free hand to discipline. Afterward, maybe Fred and Eddy can demonstrate what they have learned so far. By then, we should have a naked granny here trying to see something beautiful. I think she will after I tell her what all Amanda said in that torture tub of decadence."

It was done, all of it, and Granny did see something very beautiful indeed, and saw it while sitting on the cock of a soulmate who had just proposed marriage should she wish for a bald cunt. A wish was made, and a tortured little bitch shaved it, then ate it. The show stopper was seeing her eat herself standing flat-footed in a wide stance, a stunt Sherry called fuckin-A stupendous.

Amazing, you might say.

On that note, we end on their real beginning. Imagine that.