Sitter by deirdre Easy. The baby was in bed by 8:30 and went right to sleep. The kind of job I could really get addicted to. I just watched TV and read some magazines, waiting for Mr. & Mrs. Jason to return. I heard them get out of their car about 11:15. I was a little surprised: I had expected them to stay out later. They came in laughing... and there was another woman with them. That was certainly unusual. They noticed me, seeming almost surprised, and then Mrs. Jason introduced the woman as Anne as she payed me. Then she and Anne went to the back of the house toward the bedrooms and I was left alone. I was a little surprised since I needed a ride home. Then Anne came out and told me she would drive me home. She seemed a little younger than Mrs. Jason, probably in her late twenties, and was extremely attractive. She was wearing pants and a top. The material looked thin, but the outfit was certainly elegant. She was friendly enough, and took me out to the Jason's car to go home. She talked on the way and asked me about school and my activities. She also asked me if I had a boyfriend, something I didn't relish talking about (I don't have one) and about my friends. She also told me that if she had her teenage years to live over again, she would worry a lot less and speak up a lot more. That was certainly something that I'd heard before. We finally arrived at our house and Anne walked me to the front door. That seemed a little over-protective to me, but I didn't really mind too much. My mom met us at the door and Anne introduced herself. I went on upstairs and got ready for bed. I could hear Anne talking to Mom and wondered what they were talking about. I could still hear their talking as I got in bed. "Who's that?" It was Rachel, my sister, who had come in my room, obviously wondering who Mom was talking to. Rachel is a year older than I am, but we get along pretty well. She hadn't turned on the lights and was keeping her voice low. "A lady who brought me home from babysitting," I answered. "Mrs. Jason?" "No, some friend of hers." "Listen!" said Rachel. I listened. "They're going outside," she continued. We went to the front window and peeked out through the curtain. Anne and Mom were getting in the Jasons' car! They drove off. "Where are they going?" asked Rachel. "I don't know. I don't think Mom knows her." "They must be going back to the Jasons'. Let's go see." She talked me into it. Rachel had just gotten her drivers license and liked to drive. We hurried, putting on coats over our nightgowns, and drove to the Jasons' house and I saw the car. We parked a couple of houses down and walked over and into their back yard. The windows were a little high to peek in, but we looked in a few and finally saw them, in the Jasons' bedroom! I couldn't believe my eyes! Neither Rachel nor I said a thing--we just stared! Mom was standing there, wearing nothing but a bra! She and Mrs. Jason were just standing there, both wearing just bras, about 8 feet apart, looking at each other! They didn't move, but just faced straight ahead. Mr. Jason was there, too, nude, lying on the bed, on his back, spread eagle, his hands and ankles tied to the corners of the bed! He was blindfolded! His cock was sticking straight up! No one moved. I didn't see Anne anywhere. We stared. Anne came in the room. No one moved. She put a blindfold on Mom, who alowed her to do it without moving a muscle. Then she put a couple pillows under Mr. Jason's ass--Mr. Jason seemed to be willing to arch his body to let her slide them under-- then she led Mom to the bed, got her to stand on it, straddle Mr. Jason, and descend on Mr. Jason's cock! As soon as it was in Mom, her expression changed. She started bouncing up and down, sliding on Mr. Jason's cock. She looked like she was beyond caring about anything. Anne went and got Mrs. Jason and led her to straddle Mr. Jason's face. She knelt down until she was right on his face. Then she got a look on her face, and I could easily imagine what I couldn't quite see between her legs. We stared at them, still not saying a thing. Minutes went by, but I couldn't take my eyes off them. They just kept going and going. "I can't believe it," I finally said. Rachel didn't answer. We just stared. "Do you think they've done this before?" I asked. Rachel still didn't answer. I looked at her. It wasn't Rachel standing next to me--it was Anne! My heart started beating hard--I couldn't believe it. I stared. Where was Rachel? I stared at her. She glanced away from the window at me and then looked back in the window. "I think you understand," she said. She sounded like we were sharing a secret. "Where's my sister?" I asked. Anne didn't say anything, but glanced back behind us. I looked back. On the ground, Rachel was lying, nude! She was blindfolded, and lying on her side, curled up. She was breathing hard! Her coat and nightgown were in a little pile, next to her. I looked back at Anne, and stared. She was still watching Mom and the Jasons through the window. She looked up at me. "Come here," she said, and she took my hand, leading me past Rachel. Rachel just lay there, breathing. She took me into the back door and down the stairs to the basement. She opened a cabinet and got something, and led me over to one of the walls. There were rings attached to the wall. She handed me a whip! I stared at it in my hands. Then she slipped off her pants and her panties, leaving her nude below the waste! She faced the wall and grabbed two rings that were up, over her shoulders. There I was, holding the whip and she was hanging on the wall. I looked at her rear, nude. "Do it!" she said. I stared. "I think you understand this," she said. I still just stared. "Touch me with it, to get yourself started. Do it!" I finally broke out of my paralysis and touched it to her rear. "Now, whip it! *You* understand this." She sounded like she and I shared something. I swung the whip, hitting her rear, but only very lightly. I can't believe I even did that! "Harder! You can do it! As hard as you can! *Please*!" There was desperation in her voice now. I still stood there, wondering what to do. Finally she dropped her arms. She picked up her pants and pulled them on. No underpants. Then she took my hand and drew me back upstairs. I dropped the whip on the basement floor. She drew me to the bedroom. Rachel was in there, naked, blindfolded, standing. Her wrists were bound together and tied to a hook in the ceiling, making her stand. Mom was in a similar position, across the room. Mrs. Jason unhooked Mom from the ceiling, though leaving her wrists bound. She led Mom, still blindfolded, across to Rachel. They were both still wearing only bras. Mr. Jason was still tied to the bed, but now was face down. Pillows were under his rear, making it stick up. Something was sticking out of his rear end. Mrs. Jason made Mom kneel in front of Rachel. "I think you understand," whispered Anne in my ear. Mrs. Jason pushed Mom's head right into Rachel's cunt. Mom started licking! Mrs. Jason stood behind Mom, straddling her calves, pushing her pelvis into the back of Mom's head, her hands on the sides of Mom's head. She leaned over and brushed Rachel's lips with her own. Rachel was breathing deeply. "You understand *all* this, I *know* you do," Anne said to me quietly; "You're not like *them*." She took my hand and held it against her breast. Her top was thin, it was almost like touching her skin. She didn't wear a bra. It felt so good. I felt her chest heaving. Rachel was coming. My fingers were moving, caressing.