"Good. Tell me all about it on the way home. We had better hurry now orMistress will be in before the vegetables are cooked!" said Jennifer.She called...out, "Goodbye Jean," to the girl at the desk as they walkedback to the car. Jennifer unlocked it, saw that Betty remembered theadvice she had been given, about getting in modestly, then drove away.The evening rush hour had started by now, so the journey home was slowerthan the journey into town. On the way Jennifer asked Betty about herinterview. The cover on mine had a hot babe that had the biggest tits you ever saw. I was flipping through some pages and Joe said hey - look at this one. He showed me the page that had a guy that looked like a ball bat and the girl was on the floor licking its monster head, he turned the page and she was really getting into it, she was stroking while sucking the head of his cock for all it was worth. She was sucking so hard her cheeks was caved in. Drool was running down her cheeks. By now Joe and I. That was a rush, let me tell you; despite her gentle kneading, my poor plums started burning from within. BGF’s ministrations to my chest distracted me though, each clip biting a little more of my flesh every few seconds. She delighted in letting them snap shut every now and again, just to hear me gasp, I suppose. Having managed to apply a set of clovers to each nip, topped by a small plastic clip on each she effectively clipped the entire nipple. Taking great care to stretch each one to full. . not?”“If it’s that important, should you really be texting it instead of, oh I dunno, calling them?” Somehow lately every little thing Chloe did was getting under Emily’s skin, and she hadn’t been able to keep herself from antagonizing the girl.“Uh-huh... cute,” Chloe said dismissively, not looking up from her phone.“Annnyways,” Emily said, “Rebecca, I was thinking. Do you want to head down to the convention early, like, Saturday night maybe?”“But, we both work Saturday? And you work Saturday.