I decided to sit down in front of the T.V. and watch some cartoons or whatever. After watching for five minutes I became bored. I soon heard the water...from Matt’s shower run. Just then Ann came sprinting in from another room. She jumped from behind the couch over my head and onto my lap. I could not believe how young she acted. I tried to talk to her but she simply but her finger over my mouth. She then slid down off the couch and pulled my pants down again. I hadn’t even realized that I had. Shit,” she said. At least she was still whispering and not shouting at me. “I’d like to do that, but I don’t think ... You’ll really let me leave?” I nodded. She bit her lip and turned her head. “I can’t right now. I need to rethink everything. Sorry. I was supposed to keep you warm. I hope you can stand the cold for a while.”Whitney turned and left. It was only a quarter after midnight. Damn! If Bree knew there were two extra hours available, she’d never have left. Oh well. The thing is, as I. My back arched, my tits heaving in my dress. I squeezed them through the black material, my nipples throbbing.“You fucking nasty dyke-bimbos!” I moaned as my orgasm exploded through me.Pleasure rushed through my body. Hot waves of bliss that surged from my pussy, washing down my legs and up my torso before spilling down my arms. My fingers clenched in Alice's hair while my brain bathed in ecstasy.My asshole clenched beneath Janet's wonderful ministrations. Her tongue kept swirling and licking. Parts were absolutely hilarious, but laughing would get a good grilling from the members in traditional drill sergeant style. The skit was followed up by a chaotic session of questioning. Members would call out to us to signify they wanted to ask us questions. It became difficult keeping focus and remaining calm with several members yelling at us simultaneously. When things would get a bit wired, our big-b'swould pull us aside to calm us.Finally, the skull session was over, and Seavers led us.