Charles slid off his clothing before joining his girls in bed, he kneeled opposite of Elizabeth's body. She didn't move as he ran his hand across Mary's hip, her alabaster skin gleaming in the darkness, he brought his fingers to her smooth hairless cunt.
Mary watched him, her eyes shining in the darkness. She raised the paintbrush to his face tracing his cheek to his eyebrow with the horsehair bristles. It tickled and he looked down at Elizabeth wondering how she had been able to keep from moving as his sire ran the brush across her skin, he knew that she was very ticklish.
Mary shrugged her shoulders, at the question in his eyes as he looked up at her. "She was moving too much." She said with a pout, "It was spoiling all my fun."
Charles knew even before he rolled Elizabeth ov
