No one objected to the game being terminated, something more important was about to happen. He said, pointing to me, "Has everyone met Cindy?" Applaus... broke out, thumbs up, smiles all around. Apparently, I was approved. "Good," James continued. "I will explain the rules and get the OK." He looked directly at me. "Cindy, our club is dedicated to group sexual pleasure. Each event night like this one we invite one woman to be the object of our attention. John and Jack recommended you for tonight.. “Let’s get our uniforms on, I think something serious might be happening.”We got dressed and opened the door to the hall, poking our heads out to see that the other trainees were doing the same, their bleary eyes looking around in confusion. It must be some time during the night, or perhaps the early morning, as the only thing lighting the corridor were the emergency strips in the floor. The recruits began to emerge, chatting to each other as they tried to figure out what was going on.Suddenly,. It was oddly cool to her touch. This was no toy, like that silly, absurdly pink thing Miranda had given her. This was weighty, solid, serious. The blunt torpedo shape was meant for nothing more, or less, than penetrating her most intimate part.Now that she'd gotten it home, she was oddly hesitant. She stood it on her nightstand and turned on the shower.When she got out, warm and flushed and pink, it was waiting patiently. Sleek. Unyielding. Implacable. There would be no give to it, no warmth. The second woman was in the same state, but the third was able to form words.“I’m Opal Anne,” she croaked.“Hello Opal Anne,” I said softly, “Nice to make your acquaintance.”I offered her more water and she drank slowly before handing the cup back to me. Her hair was a fire red and she had freckles all over what skin I could see. I offered more water to the other women and soon was told that the blonde was Raylene and the brunette was Betty Mae. All three women were beauties in their own way.I.
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