“Thank you Zelda” she said “that was so great”. Zelda just smiled. Obviously she had enjoyed it as well. Sandra opened her bag and handed Zeld... some money. “No Sandra you pay at the front desk”. Sandra chuckled “this is for you honey” she said. Zelda kissed her “thank you and I hope you came back again”. “You can count on it honey” Sandra said, paid the front desk and left. It was like she was walking on air as she made her way back to the hotel. She undressed and took a shower. The water. Laura wedged herself in among the crowd at the bar, managed to grab herself a fresh glass of whatever the party's hosts were serving as punch, something exotic and very strong, and then moved back out of the crowd of people around the table, thinking of what had happened the weekend before.After that terrible experience in the cabin of the Farrington's sailboat, Bill and Laura had had a long and soul- searching conversation, suddenly freed from all inhibitions about discussing their predicament. When the first surgeon came out of the operating room where he had been operating on Duchess, sweat was pouring off his brow as he pulled off his blood-stained rubber gloves. He leaned back against the waiting room wall for a moment, took a deep breath, and said softly, "She'll be fine."He shook his head and said, "She is the finest, healthiest young creature it's ever been my pleasure to treat." Before he could say more, Princess was before him, gently kissing his hand. When he looked down at. His hands roam over my body, across my breast, down my stomach, cupping my sex. I moan and throw my head back. He takes off my clothes, then his. And as expected, he lowers his mouth on my sex, pulling on my clit and blowing chilling air into my cooch. I throw my head back and allow the pleasure to wash over me.Then he did something not so routined, he locked his arms around my thighs and looked up on me. Briefly I saw a dark flash in his eyes, before I could object he was lapping away at my.