Layne spends the night

Good Morning.” Jane says, stepping into Robert’s office, with Mei following closely behind holding his breakfast tray. “You got an early start.”

“My back was killing me.” Robert admits. “Staying in bed was just making it worse. And since I can’t take a hot shower to help, distracting myself with work seemed like the best solution.”

“I’ll find something while I’m out today.” Jane says. “Tom wants Kendra to start at the clinic today. Maybe they’ll have something we can use until I can get something shipped in.”

“She just got here.” Robert says. “He can’t give her a day or two to settle in?”

“It doesn’t sound like it.” Jane says. “I’m going to have her peek in on you in a few minutes, before I drive her into town. If I can find what I need, maybe you can get that shower soon.”

“Thank you, my love.” Robert says, leaning forward for a kiss. Looking beyond Jane, he asks. “So, what’s for breakfast?”

“Eggs Benedict.” Mei says proudly. “I made the sauce from scratch.”

“It only took three tries.” Jane says, poking the girl in the side lightly.

“I’m not used to making sauces like that, Domina.” Mei pouts. “And I wanted it to be perfect for my Daddy.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Robert says, beckoning her forward, and taking the tray. Cutting a piece, he quickly takes a bite, grunting with satisfaction. “It’s really good.”

Mei beams, glancing quickly at Jane, before lowering her eyes again.

“You did really good.” Robert reiterates, before pulling the girl forward, onto his lap, for a kiss.

“Thank you.” Mei says, happiness radiating from her face as she leans into his chest.

Clearing her throat, Jane says. “He’s spoken for today, Mei. I’m going to let Kendra know about work today.” Jane says, before striding out of the room.

*****

When Jane reaches Kendra’s room, she finds her on the floor, sweating profusely.

“Some of the other girls do exercises in the morning.” Jane says, leaning on the door frame. “I’m sure you’d be welcome to join them.”

Kendra twists, looking up at her. “Ok.”

After a moment’s awkward pause, Jane says. “I was hoping to give you the rest of the week to settle in, but they want you to start helping at the clinic today. Before that though, I was hoping you could peek at Robert’s back. He didn’t sleep much; it’s clearly bothering him.”

Sitting up, Kendra says. “I’ll go take a look. Do I have time to grab a shower before we leave?”

“I didn’t promise to have you there at a specific time.” Jane says with a devious grin. “You’ve got plenty of time for a shower. Do you want some breakfast? I can have Mei bring something up.”

“I’m not hungry.” Kendra says. “Do we have any scrubs I can wear? Or do I need to borrow something?”

“You’ll probably have to borrow from one of the girls for the next few days.” Jane says. “If you give me your sizes, I’ll get some stuff ordered for you.”

“Thank you.” Kendra says quietly.

“If you need something, just tell one of us.” Jane says. “You and Samira report to Lucia, but most of the girls have their phones, so any of them can put something on the shopping list for you.”

Kendra nods, before looking up at her. “Will I get a phone?”

“Eventually.” Jane says. “We try to give it a week or two, so we can get to know you, and make sure you are settled in a bit. We’ve had enough drama and incidents lately. Once the other girls and I are sure you are ready, and you understand the house rules, we’ll get you one.”

“Will I be able to let my family know where I am?” Kendra asks.

“Of course.” Jane says. “I should have thought about that yesterday. I’ll have Samira lend you her phone to use. Let them know you are safe, and that you’ll be in contact again once you get your phone.”

“Thank you.” Kendra says, eyes watering a bit as she tries to hold her emotions together.

“I can only imagine how hard this all is.” Jane says tentatively, unsure whether a hug would be welcome. “Robert and I didn’t vote for any of this, and I want you to know, you are safe here. This has to end eventually, and when it does, we’ll make sure you get back to your family.”

Kendra nods, turning away to face the wall as she holds her head in her hands.

“I’ll go tell Samira about the phone.” Jane says. “We can check on Robert right before we leave, just come downstairs when you are ready.”

*****

“I need to find some of those waterproof bandages.” Jane says while buckling her seat belt. “I thought we could check the local pharmacy before I drop you off, and if they don’t have them, you could see if they have any at the clinic.”

“How small is this town?” Kendra asks. “Is there really just one pharmacy?”

“Very small.” Jane says. “Just a few restaurants, one local pharmacy that also sells guns, and a few other local stores. I think the biggest store in town is the farm store.”

“The other girls said you just moved here.” Kendra says. “Why would you move somewhere like this?”

“Well, it’s kind of hard to live with this many people in a house in a neighborhood.” Jane says. “None of us would ever be able to step foot outside without being watched. Robert grew up on a farm, with space, and he’s always wanted that again. This town offered us a good deal on the property, and it’s a beautiful area. It just worked out.”

Kendra nods, thinking for a moment, before tugging at the new collar Layne had given her. “And I really have to wear this thing all day?”

“Whenever you are off our property, although I would recommend it if you are going anywhere people in general can see you.” Jane says. “If you didn’t have one, people would think you were a runaway. The collar keeps you safe. People won’t be likely to mess with you if they know there is someone who will come after them if they do.”

“Mess with me…” Kendra says, drawing out the words for a moment. “What exactly am I supposed to do if someone does ‘mess with me’? And where exactly is the line for what people aren’t allowed to do to slaves?”

“The line is wherever I say it is.” Jane says, voice growing firm. “And for you, that’s that no one should be touching you, at all, for any reason. If they try to, you are to let them know that you have been ordered not to let anyone do that. If they still try to, kick up a fuss. Make a scene, and if people want to get upset, insist they call me. I stand behind my girls. And Tom, the BAA guy from last night, would be very unhappy if anyone messed with you, too.”

Kendra looks over at her, before nodding.

“I know you’ve got to be feeling anxiety about this.” Jane says as she pulls into the pharmacy. “I’ve got a ladies’ lunch at noon, but I’ll check in on you after that. And when I drop you off, I’ll make it clear to old Dr. Cook that I expect you to be treated respectfully.”

“Thank you.” Kendra says quietly.

“You’ll get through this.” Jane says, before popping open the door. “Now let’s see if we can’t find some of those waterproof bandages.”

*****

“I found the bandages we need!” Jane says excitedly as she walks into Robert’s office.

“The pharmacy actually had them?” Robert asks incredulously.

“Nope.” Jane says, plopping down on the couch, before holding them up for Robert to see. “Kendra found some in the storage closet at the clinic when I dropped her off. Are you ready for me to put them on, so you can get your shower?”

“Absolutely.” Robert says, standing and shrugging off his shirt. As Jane peels off the existing bandages, he asks. “Did you talk to Layne about today yet?”

“I don’t think she was up when I left.” Jane says, while opening the package of waterproof bandages. “Amber is going to give her the news.”

“I need to talk to her today.” Robert says. “To get to know her a bit more, and make sure she is comfortable.”

“You are such a sweet man.” Jane says, smoothing the edge of the last bandage. “I’ll let Amber know to send her to you after they talk.”

“Thank you.” Robert says, turning around and pulling Jane into his arms, kissing her deeply, before holding onto her while gazing into her eyes. “How was Kendra when you dropped her off?”

“Nervous.” Jane says. “I’d like to get her a phone sooner than we normally do, so she can contact us if she needs to while she is working.”

“That’s a good idea.” Robert says. “Does anyone else not have one yet?”

“Just Jia.” Jane says. “She hasn’t asked about one, and she’s not really settled yet. I’ll see what the other girls think.”

“I’d rather give it to her sooner rather than later.” Robert says. “We don’t want her to feel picked on.”

“I know.” Jane says. “Why don’t you go shower? I’ll pop in to say goodbye on my way out.”

After giving her a final kiss, Robert lets go, watching Jane stride out of his office.

*****

When Jane pulls into the parking lot of the deli, she spots an older woman standing behind her Lexus, smoking a cigarette. “That must be Lorraine.” Jane mutters as she pulls into the nearest space.

When she opens her door, she finds the woman waiting a few steps away. “Jane?” She asks.

“Yes, you must be Lorraine.” Jane says, getting out of the car.

“Yes.” Lorraine says, face breaking into a smile. “I’m so glad to finally meet you. I’ve been bugging Tom to invite you and your husband over for dinner, but apparently everyone is too busy nowadays.”

“It has been a busy few weeks.” Jane admits, returning the smile a bit nervously. “But things should start calming down soon, I hope.”

“After this auction business?” Lorraine asks. “Don’t you believe it. We’ll be busier than ever, dealing with drama and gossip and problems. And that’s before we account for any problems the girls actually cause.”

“Well, it’ll slow down for me, at least.” Jane says. “I’m ready for a week or two of peace.”

“Oh, darling.” Lorraine says. “You have to know that Tom is going to be calling you the first time one of these ladies gets into it with her husband over bringing in girls.”

“Nope.” Jane says, shaking her head. “I’m doing my part here at lunch, and the meeting later. But after that, I’m done for a while. I really, really don’t enjoy these social events.”

Lorraine laughs, taking a last drag on her cigarette before tossing it onto the ground. “No one really likes them. Or at least, no one who is sane. But we do what we must. And for now, that means going inside and meeting some very passive aggressive bitches.”

Jane sighs, following Lorraine as she walks into the deli, and then through a doorway to the side, leading to a private dining room containing around a dozen women, the youngest of which appears to be Cheryl.

“Ladies.” Lorraine says loudly as she approaches two empty seats towards the head of the table. “This is our new arrival, Jane. Please make her feel welcome.”

After a smattering of hellos, good mornings, and other greetings, Jane says. “Umm… Hi everyone.”

“Please, sit.” Lorraine says, waving at the seat on the side, before taking her seat at the head of the table. “Did our other guest not show?”

“No.” Cheryl says. “I even went over this morning to offer to give her a ride. She didn’t even come out to say no, she sent one of her slaves.” At this, a discontented murmur goes through the room.

“Oh, my word.” An older lady says, a pinched expression on her face. “Are you sure she knew it was about lunch?”

“I told her twice.” Cheryl says. “ It was very rude. I would like to propose that she not be invited again, even if she asks to join.”

“She’s from out of town, right?” Another lady asks. Without waiting for a response, she continues. “Maybe they don’t do ladies’ lunches where she is from. The poor thing.”

“She’s from San Francisco, isn’t she, Cheryl?” Lorraine asks.

“Yes.” Cheryl says, face slightly pink with disapproval. “She’s very… different.”

“A hippy?” Jane asks.

After a moment, Cheryl nods. “Yes, definitely one of THOSE people.”

“Well.” Lorraine says. “Maybe I can speak to her at the meeting this evening, and straighten things out. We need to be the bigger people, ladies. Not all of our new arrivals are going to understand how things work here right away.”

“All these strangers moving in wanting to change everything.” The oldest lady at the table says, shaking her head. “And bringing their foreign women with them. It’s indecent and unnatural. My nephew told me that some of them are vegetarians.”

After a moment’s shocked silence, a woman in her fifties, with a dumpy build, speaks up. “This really is Cheryl’s fault. She met them, and still let them move here. You must have known these people weren’t the right people to have here.”

“It’s not my fault!” Cheryl half yells, looking down the table at Lorraine. “Tom makes the decisions, not me.”

“You have to steer men.” One of the older ladies says. “They don’t really understand these things. Besides, it shouldn’t have come to that. If the new people are a bad fit, you have to find a way to get rid of them before they get to Tom.”

“I will mention our concerns to Tom.” Lorraine says in a firm but calming tone. “We need to move onto a new topic though, ladies. Cheryl, Tom tells me that you have something to announce?”

Cheryl sighs dramatically, before looking around the table. “Auctions start on Friday. It’s going to be announced at the town meeting tonight.”

“What did she say?” The oldest lady asks her neighbor. “Young people talk too fast. And too softly. And they murmur. I cannot stand murmuring.”

“They are going to start selling the girls from the hill on Friday.” The woman next to her says.

“Oh, those poor girls.” The oldest lady says. “That is simply indecent.”

“It’s disgusting.” The dumpy woman says. “My husband had better not even think about touching any of them.”

A murmur of agreement goes through the table, before Lorraine says. “Let’s not be hasty, Wanda.”

“You are going to let Tom touch those whores!?” Wanda exclaims. “If Rick even thinks about it, that’ll be the end of him.”

A chattering of agreement meets Wanda’s words.

“We are the Leading Ladies.” Lorraine says, rising to her feet. “Leading sometimes involves sacrifice. I don’t want my husband touching any other women either, but in this case, the alternative is worse. Edna, your great-niece is in the camp, isn’t she?”

One of the older ladies, apparently Edna, nods. “Yes, little Suzie.”

“And your granddaughter?” Lorraine asks loudly, looking at the oldest woman.

“Two of them.” The lady says. “And one of my nieces.”

“Cheryl, what happens if no one purchases the girls?” Lorraine asks.

“They get shipped out.” Cheryl says, just a tiny hint of a smile on her face. “Off to a regional auction.”

“And then you never see little Suzie again.” Lorraine says, looking at Edna, and then at the oldest woman. “Or your granddaughters, or niece.”

“It’s worse than that.” Jane says. “You’d have no idea what happened to them. You’d live every day not knowing if they are dead or alive. Ok, or in a terrible situation. Most owners don’t allow their girls to have phones, or communicate with their families. We rescued one of our girls from an abusive situation. She was in such bad shape, I thought she might be dead when I first saw her.”

“Maybe it’s for the best.” Cheryl says, after the moment of silence that meets Jane’s words. “A clean break for everyone. In a few years, the town goes back to normal, and we don’t have to be part of this husband-sharing madness.”

“You really think they’ll let that happen?” Jane asks incredulously. “You of all people should know that men who don’t meet their quotas are already being assigned concubines in many regions.”

“Assigned?” Wanda asks in alarm.

“They take whoever doesn’t get purchased, the women who are undesirable for whatever reason, and show up with them at your house.” Jane says. “I heard about it from my friend who works for the BAA where I used to live. If you do the auction, you can control who you are bringing into your house. If you get assigned, you get whoever is left. They may be **** addicts, or a bit unstable, unhealthy, unattractive, or maybe even a criminal. I’ve heard rumors that non-violent women in minimum security prison are being auctioned already in some areas.”

“That’s unacceptable.” One of the women says. “The government doesn’t get to tell me that I have to take strangers into my home.”

“The Better American Act says they can.” Lorraine says. “Isn’t that right, Cheryl?”

“Yes.” Cheryl says quietly, her previous smile having melted into misery.

“What?” The oldest woman asks.

“She says yes.” Edna yells.

“Indecent.” The woman says, shaking her head in disgust. “I thought this was America.”

“This is what people voted for, apparently.” Jane says.

“We could all boycott the auction.” One of the previously silent women says. “If they try to drop anyone off at your house, keep the doors locked. They are hardly going to break down the door to bring them inside.”

“You’d let girls die in the cold, or starve, rather than let them inside?” Lorraine asks. “That is not very Christ-like behavior. We are supposed to be kind to one another.”

“But if anyone has the world's goods and sees his brother in need, yet closes his heart against him, how does God's love abide in him?” Another woman recites, before looking up at Lorraine. “Tom must have said something to my husband. His sermon tomorrow night is based around that verse.”

“You are all very focused on the downsides of this.” Jane says. “With the exception of one girl who is no longer with us, I’m happy to have all of them. They cook, and clean, some of them are even working again already, which has allowed me not to find a job after I lost mine before we moved. I don’t lift a finger around the house anymore, and I haven’t had a headache in the evening in a month.”

“You actually let the girls touch your husband?” The woman who suggested the boycott asks incredulously. “They could have diseases.”

“They all get tested and screened before the auction.” Jane says. “I’m sure Tom had the same thing done with the local girls.”

“It’s so disgusting.” Wanda says. “Letting your husband sleep with other women, and then letting him back into your bed.”

“You could always stay out of his bed.” Jane suggests. “Just delegate that whole business to the girls. If you pick the right ones, your husband might be fine with it.”

“Maybe your husband would be fine with that.” Cheryl says. “I’ve seen the way he looks at your girls. But my husband is loyal to me.”

“Of course Robert looks at the girls.” Jane says, smiling wickedly. “I picked them specifically for him. Why wouldn’t I want my hubby to be as happy as possible?”

“It feels… wrong.” Edna cuts in. “Sinful.”

“The Old Testament is full of examples of concubinage.” The pastor’s wife says. “Abraham had several that we know of, and King Solomon had over three hundred, along with over seven hundred wives.”

“But we don’t do that anymore.” Wanda says. “And we haven’t for thousands of years.”

“Well, not openly.” Jane says. “Plenty of men have been keeping Mistresses during that time. This way it’s out in the open, and you are in charge. Pick women that you can get along with, and that don’t threaten your relationship with your husbands. It can work.”

“It didn’t always work in the bible even.” Wanda says. “Wasn’t there trouble between Abraham’s wife and concubine?”

“Exactly why you need to pick carefully.” Jane says. “All of you know at least some of the local girls. You should have some idea of one or two that you can get along with. Or know someone who can give you a few names.”

“Great point, Jane.” Lorraine says. “It looks like lunch is coming. Maybe we should move onto our next topic. Edna, I believe you wanted to discuss the spring craft fair?”

*****

“Good morning, Master.” Robert hears from behind him. Turning in his chair, he sees Amber standing in the doorway of his office.

“Good morning, Amber.” Robert says, smiling at her. “Did you talk to Layne?”

“I did. She’s very excited.” Amber says, returning his smile. “Very, very excited. I was going to suggest that we move things up to this afternoon? Maybe when Mistress Jane returns from her ladies’ lunch? If you can take the time away from work, of course.”

Robert turns, pulling up his calendar on his laptop, before blocking off his afternoon. “I can make that work. I want to talk to her first, though.”

“A few of the girls are helping her get ready.” Amber says. “Then I thought the two of you could hang out in the upstairs bedroom until Mistress Jane gets back.”

“Does she want Jane there?” Robert asks. “Or any of the other girls?”

“Mistress Jane has expressed a desire to be present, and Layne doesn’t seem to care who is there, as long as it happens.” Amber says with a grin. “I’ll let you talk to her, and decide who should be there though, other than the Mistress. Emily and I are going to borrow the car, and do some shopping with Isabel.”

“That might be for the best.” Robert says, flushing. “I’ve heard Layne has been a bit loud in the past.”

“That was my worry.” Amber says. “And I’d rather not have the birds and bees conversation with her yet.”

“Good idea.” Robert says. “Maybe take her for ice cream, too? I think there is a place in town. Oh, and can you see if anyone in town sells cell phones? We are going to need two more, one for Jia, and one for Kendra.”

“Mistress mentioned it earlier, it’s on my list.” Amber says. “I’ll let you get back to work. One of us will come get you when Layne is ready.”

“Thank you.” Robert says, unable to stop himself from watching her until she is gone from sight.

*****

“She’s ready for you.” Alexia says, poking her head into Robert’s office.

“Layne?” Robert asks stupidly, before shutting his laptop, and standing.

“Unless you’ve got another girl upstairs nervously awaiting your presence.” Alexia says with a grin.

“She’s nervous?” Robert asks.

“Nervous, anxious, ready…” Alexia says. “However you want to phrase it. Why don’t you get up there and see if you can’t calm her nerves a bit.”

Robert nods, stepping past Alexia, and moving up the stairs quickly, dodging a worker on the second story landing before making it to the top story. Turning down the hall, he approaches the cracked open door, stopping a few feet from it, taking the moment to collect himself.

“You can come in.” Mei says, opening the door the rest of the way.

Robert nods, stepping forward, and then stops. “Wow.” He mutters.

In the middle of the bed is Layne, cute as a button in a not quite transparent blue babydoll nightdress, fringed in white lace, which stops a few inches above her hips. Her nerves are clearly getting to her as she fidgets with the dress.

“I know, right? She’s fucking adorable.” Mei says excitedly.

“You are so pretty, Layne.” Robert says, slowly approaching the bed, before sitting on the edge near her.

“Thank you.” Layne says in a barely audible tone, voice cracking slightly.

“You know we don’t have to do this, right?” Robert asks. “Not now, and not for a long time, if you aren’t ready.”

Layne shakes her head, before looking at Mei pleadingly.

“This is what she wants.” Mei says.

“Mei, I want to hear from her, not you.” Robert says firmly. Looking Layne in the eyes, he asks. “May I touch you?”

Layne nods, gasping audibly as his hand finds hers. He grasps it with his, stilling the slight trembling he had noticed.

“Layne, I’d really like you to tell me what it is you want.” Robert says, maintaining eye contact with her. “Do you think you can do that?”

Layne blinks a few times, opens her mouth to speak, and then shakes her head.

“Layne, do you like holding Robert’s hand?” Mei asks.

“Yes.” Layne says quietly, squeezing his hand a bit.

“Do you want him to sit next to you, and hold you?” Mei asks. “Like he does with Lucia and I when we watch TV?”

Layne nods, glancing between Robert and Mei.

Moving slowly, Robert lets go of Layne’s hand, turning and laying down beside her, arm around her shoulders. When he feels her shift closer to him, he moves his arm closer, running his hand slowly down her arm, until his fingers find hers again.

“Daddy, can I take a photo?” Mei asks, pulling out her phone. “She’s so adorable all cuddled up with you.”

Robert looks down at the top of Layne’s head resting on his shoulder, and asks. “Are you ok with that?”

Layne nods, and Robert says. “One photo. Then you need to give us a few minutes.”

Mei quickly raises the phone, snapping the photo, before saying. “I’ll be outside if you need me. I’m sure Mistress Jane will be back soon, so you can get to it.”

“Enough, Mei.” Robert says, a hint of frustration in his voice. “Shut the door on your way out.”

When the door shuts behind her, Robert looks down at Layne. “I would really like it if we could talk a bit before Jane gets back. Would you mind looking at me for a minute?”

Layne fidgets, turning her head and body slightly so that she can just barely see Robert’s face.

“Is this what you want?” Robert asks, and after a moment’s hesitation, he continues. “Do you want to have sex with me, today?”

Layne’s head moves quickly as she nods eagerly, before hiding her face again.

“I would really appreciate it if you would talk.” Robert says. “If you can.”

“Ok.” Layne says hesitantly.

“Do you like being held like this?” Robert asks.

Layne nods, before catching herself. Looking up at Robert again, she says. “Yes.”

Thinking back to some of the research he did online, and to Layne’s love of clothes, he decides to change tactics. Robert says. “You look great in that nightdress. Did you borrow it from one of the girls?” He asks.

“I made it.” Layne says, voice nearly reaching a normal conversational level. “Amber asked me to make some clothes, and Mei helped me order some fabric. Some of the other girls had clothes like this, and when some of them saw how much I liked them, Mei ordered this fabric, so I could make my own.”

Layne sits up, showing off the nightdress in more detail, before explaining how it was made. After several more minutes of rapid explanation, she finally pauses for breath.

“Well, I think it looks great on you.” Robert says with a smile, while reaching out to stroke her hand. “Maybe later you can show me what else you’ve been making?”

“Can I?” Layne asks eagerly. “I made some things for Amber, and Megan, and Emily. I made one for me too. I don’t know what they are called, but they are neat, and I wanted one.”

“Thank you for doing that for them.” Robert says. “That’s very sweet of you. I know Amber has been missing her ta-teeras.”

“That’s what she called them.” Layne says. “Do you really think I’m pretty? I don’t look like the girls in the videos I saw on the internet.”

“You are absolutely gorgeous.” Robert says, taking her hand in his, and squeezing. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

Layne blushes, looking down at their joined hands, before shuffling a bit closer to him.

Robert reaches out slowly, touching her face for the first time. Layne shivers slightly, before looking up at him again as his hand guides her face back up. “May I kiss you?” He asks.

Layne dives forward, her head bumping against his in her eagerness. “Woah, slow down.” Robert says softly, using both hands to steady her, before sliding his hand back to her face, and guiding her lips to his.

Layne shudders and moans into his mouth, allowing her body to collapse forward onto his. Sliding his hand down her arm, it reaches the skin above her knee, before slowly moving up again, stopping when it reaches the hem of her nightdress. Pulling back from her lips, he asks. “Are you ready for more?”

Layne nods furiously, the slight tremble she had before returning more strongly.

“I’m certainly ready for more.” Robert hears. Turning, he sees Jane standing in the doorway, a shit-eating grin on her face.

“Jane…” Robert says, a hint of warning in his voice.

“Just ignore me.” Jane says, taking a seat in the small chair Layne had used when watching the girls have their fun with Robert a few days before.

Looking back at Layne, who is trembling more fiercely, Robert squeezes her hand, and asks. “Are you ok?”

Layne nods, eyes looking at the bed. After a moment, she looks up at him. “Yes.” She says, voice quavering.

Rubbing his hand soothingly along her trembling thigh, he asks. “May I touch you?”

“Please.” Layne gasps.

Robert slides his hand a tiny bit higher, just under the lacy edge of the nightdress, before leaning in to kiss her again. Over the next few moments, he inches higher, and higher, until he reaches her hip, and his fingers meet only flesh. Running his hand slowly up and down her hip, he kisses her more deeply, touching her lips with his tongue, until her mouth opens, and she responds with her own.

After a few more moments of kissing, Robert pulls back, Layne trying to come with him initially, before stopping with a groan. Releasing her hand, he reaches down, grabbing the hem of her nightdress in both of his. “May I?” He asks.

Layne nods, reaching down to grab it herself, before stopping and raising her arms instead to allow him to pull it over her head. As her petite figure is revealed, Robert’s jaw drops. She blushes as sees him staring. “Wow.” He says, reaching out to take her hand again. “Whose idea was the heart?”

“Mine.” Jane says from behind them. “And Alexia helped her with it.”

“It’s lovely.” Robert says, hand moving with a will of its own to pet the tiny heart shaped patch of hair above Layne’s clit.

Layne moans as she feels his hand touch the hair, so near where she desires his touch.

“You are overdressed.” Jane says. “Layne, would you like some help getting his clothes off?”

Layne looks up at Jane, nodding quickly.

“Stand up, Robert.” Jane says, standing and coming to the bed. Reaching out her hand towards Layne, she helps her off the bed. Grabbing Robert’s shirt, she quickly pulls it over his head, before looking over at Layne. “Go ahead and undo his pants.”

Layne fumbles at the button, hands shaking, before Jane reaches over to help her. “Now the zipper.” Jane says.

When Layne pulls it down, her hand bumps the front of his pants. Wide-eyed, she looks over at Jane.

“Yes, that’s what you think it is.” Jane says. “Let’s get those pants and underwear off now.”

Layne reaches out tentatively, fingers hooking in the waistband of his boxers. Taking a deep breath, she pulls, bending as they begin to go down, before falling backwards with a small cry as Robert’s dick escapes the elastic, springing towards her face.

Jane giggles, unable to control herself, while Robert attempts to move forward, legs tangling in his pants, twisting just enough to fall next to Layne, rather than on top of her. Kicking off the last of his clothes, Robert reaches out, pulling Layne to him. “It’s ok.” He says soothingly.

“It almost hit me in the face.” Layne giggles.

Robert’s concern melts away, and he leans down, kissing Layne again, before moving his hand to touch her small breasts for the first time.

“Oh…” Layne moans, body jerking as his hand makes contact with her nipple.

Moving on from her lips, Robert rolls her onto her back, straddling her. He begins kissing her neck, before moving downward, eventually reaching her small brown nipples. He kisses first one, and then the other, before moving down her stomach.

“Tickles.” Layne gasps, as his beard trails over her.

Robert grins, continuing to kiss until he reaches the heart. “Are you ready?” He asks.

“Please!” Layne gasps, reaching down to grab his head.

Not waiting for her hand, Robert moves down, planting a wet kiss right on her clit.

Layne jumps, hand finally grabbing his head, and pulling it to her.

“More?” Robert asks with a grin. Not waiting for an answer, he reaches out with his tongue, prying apart her lips, and licking upward.

“Ugh!!!” Layne yelps, body twitching.

“How is she?” Jane asks, taking a seat on the bed next to them.

“Soaked.” Robert says, having to pull a bit to overcome the **** from her hands, which are still attempting to keep him attached to her.

“Our girl was very ready for you.” Jane says, reaching out to put a hand on her thigh. “She is a horny, horny girl.”

Layne nods, moaning again as Robert allows his face to be pulled back to her.

Jane leans down to whisper in Layne’s ear, a grin covering her face.

Layne shakes her head, blushing furiously.

“Why not?” Jane asks, curiosity evident in her tone.

“I’m not supposed to say that word.” Layne says quietly.

“I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.” Jane says with a grin.

Layne groans, legs shaking as she gets close.

“Robert, why don’t you see if you can get to her G-spot?” Jane asks.

Robert grunts, moving one of his hands that was cupping her ass, and slowly slides one finger inside of her.

“Here, hold my hands, instead of his head.” Jane says, reaching down to peel them off of Robert’s head.

Robert pulls back, the space allowing him to more easily navigate her tight pussy. “No hymen, so I should be able to get there.” He says, curling the finger, and maneuvering it upwards. “She’s really tight, though.”

“We’ve got time.” Jane says. Looking down at Layne, she continues. “Just wait til you feel this.”

“Fuck!!!” Layne moans a moment later, head thrown back on the bed, eyes rolling.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to say that word.” Jane says, unable to help herself.

After a few more seconds, Robert stops moving his finger, and slides up on the bed, pulling the nearly senseless girl to him. When she opens her eyes again, she says. “Wow.”

“I know, right?” Jane says. “G-spot orgasms are the best, and Robert is the best at giving them.”

Layne blushes, the redness nearly reaching her tits. “Please fuck me.” She says quietly.

“What was that?” Jane asks, holding a hand to her ear.

Turning her head to look at Robert, Layne repeats, “Please fuck me!” a bit more loudly than necessary.

Robert grins, leaning in to kiss her. “Is there a certain position you want?” Robert asks, watching the expression on her face with interest as she tastes herself on his lips.

Layne shakes her head, reaching down and grabbing his dick for the first time.

“Just do missionary.” Jane says impatiently.

“Please.” Layne pleads, voice taking on a sense of urgency.

Robert leans in kissing her again, before rolling them both, ending with Layne beneath him. Reaching down, he gently pushes her legs apart, before prying her fingers off of his dick. Positioning himself, he looks up at her again, before gently pushing forward.

“Oww.” Layne winces.

Robert stops, pulling back slightly.

“You aren’t in yet.” Jane says, eyes glued at the spot where their lower halves are touching.

“Can you get some lube?” Robert suggests.

Jane hops off the bed, digging in her purse. “Here.” She says, squirting some in her hand, before rubbing it all over his dick, and wiping the last bit on Layne’s pussy. “Cherry flavored. That feels appropriate.”

Robert grunts, perhaps in agreement, or perhaps merely in acknowledgment of the comment. Looking up at Layne again, he asks. “Do you want me to try again?”

Layne nods, closing her eyes tightly.

“Try to relax.” Robert says, pushing forward even more gently than before. After a few moments without progress, he asks. “Maybe we should stop, and have Kendra take a look tonight? I haven’t had this one happen before.”

“She’s just tight.” Jane says. “You probably didn’t notice it with some of the other girls because of their hymen.”

“I don’t want to hurt her.” Robert says. “Layne, look at me please.”

When Layne opens her eyes, Robert smiles at her. “We don’t have to do this right now. Would you like to stop?”

Layne shakes her head, legs moving to try to wrap him up.

“Do you want me to try again?” Robert asks.

“Please.” Layne says, voice quivering.

“Ok, one more try.” Robert says. “If it starts to hurt too much, just say stop.”

Layne nods, legs tightening on his as she tries to pull him forward. He leans into it a bit more, pushing harder than the previous attempts. After a moment, his head pops inside of her, the pressure nearly painful. Easing the pressure as he begins to slide forward, he notices a single tear going down Layne’s cheek.

“Layne.” He asks softly, stopping his progress halfway in. “Do you want me to stop? Or pull out?”

“No.” She says, voice quavering.

“Don’t you dare pull out.” Jane says. “Give her a minute to get used to it.”

Lowering his head, Robert kisses her gently, feeling her begin to respond. After a few moments, her legs begin to squeeze him again, and he slides in a tiny bit more. After a few minutes of this, he finally bottoms out.

“You did it!” Jane says excitedly, sliding up the bed next to Layne.

“Does it feel ok now?” Robert asks, hands gently stroking hers.

“It’s a lot.” Layne says.

“Do you want to be on top, like Reyna was the time you watched?” Robert asks. “That way you can control things.”

Layne thinks for a moment, before nodding.

“Just don’t pull out.” Jane says. “Roll together. If you pop out, it could be hard to get back in.”

“Hold onto me.” Robert says, feeling Layne’s arms wrap around him. Rolling away from Jane, he pulls Layne with him, ending up on the edge of the bed, Layne still safely in his arms. Scooting back towards the middle, he says. “Ok, you are in control now.”

Layne sits up, moving her hips experimentally a few times, before rising up a few inches, and falling back down with a groan.

“Is that better?” Jane asks, reaching up to fondle one of Layne’s breasts.

Layne nods, moaning a bit as Jane’s fingers play with her nipple, and grinding her hips.

“Fuck, that feels good.” Robert groans.

“I bet.” Jane says. “Tight as a glove, and absolutely adorable. You are a very lucky man.”

“I am.” Robert says, leaning over to kiss Jane. As Layne begins moving again, he looks at Jane. “I may not last much longer. She’s almost too tight.”

Jane releases Layne’s nipple, reaching between the connected lovers until she finds Layne’s clit.

“Oh.” Layne says, moving a bit faster.

“Does that feel nice, dear?” Jane asks.

Layne nods, biting her lip and moving more aggressively now.

“Goddamn.” Robert says, trying to hold back.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck…” Layne says, throwing her head back.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to say that word.” Jane teases, still playing with her clit.

“Ugh.” Robert grunts, unable to hold back as Layne squeezes him even more tightly, her pussy practically milking him as she cums.

A moment later, Layne falls forward, body limp on top of Robert.

“Well…” Jane says, grinning broadly. “That was certainly something.”