"We phoned Shoni's aunty who's name was Preity (pronounced pretty withthe emphasis on the 'E') she was married to an American guy who ran areal estate...business, his name was Dave, they had one daughter about thesame age as us; she was called Krystal and they lived in a place calledPalmdale, inland from where we were now.We also phoned the mum's forgetting the time difference (Ooops) Keithand June and of course our mentor Al (senior).Speaking to Al was great, he told us he was proud of us, and. Getting out and drying ourselves we wandered out into the living room still naked. She put her arms around me and we kissed passionately. “I love you Todd” she said. “What, I am not your bitch anymore” I said and laughed. She slapped my chest. “Of course you are. You will also be my bitch. Particularly when my strap-on cock is fucking your sexy arse”.I poured a couple of glasses of wine and we sat on the couch sipping them. “Do you really like me dressing up for you?” she asked. “Silly. He took one last look behind him to make sure that the coast was clear, then followed me. I stood nervously as he simply looked me up and down. There I was, feeling like a piece of meat again, wetting my panties. I think he sensed my submission to him, because he reached both hands to the nape of my neck. Pulling me close to him, I could feel his incredible strength, or was it that I was just so weak? He lifted my head slightly and forcefully licked from the bottom of my neck up to my chin. I. Even though I want to marry Bronwyn, she won’t consider it even as a possibility until Gwen speaks again. Bronwyn thinks that Gwen needs her far more than I need Bronwyn. I’m not convinced that Gwen is the real reason. Except for her inability to speak, Gwen is very satisfied with her existence. She still works, for the company that was employing her when she was involved in the accident. They have even given her more responsibilities and hinted that she might be promoted to more senior.