”Or, I thought, he had to tell his lawyer, or the Board of Directors of his company, to protect the young women, his company, and himself, in that o...der.“I think I get the logic. Will you tell me if my logic is correct?”“If it doesn’t violate my principles.”“If your goal is to be truthful, you have to answer the way you are, because not denying it happened is a tacit admission, if you have ever denied it happened at any time in the past. So to ensure nobody can know, one way or the other, you. No, now, what you want, is the last thing on all of our minds. I want to see if you can please these guests of ours." Ashley feels petrified. What does she mean by that!? I'm not going to have to… to… One of the guests speaks up, "Miss Rose. May I suggest something?" Miss Rose walks over to the woman. They speak quietly, Ashley cannot discern anything from their conversation. Miss Rose walks back towards Ashley. "Very well," she concludes. What is? What is going to happen? "Miss Rose?" Ashley. She'd been introduced to Roo, and without further ado, he introduced himself more intimately by pressing his nose into the crotch of her jeans. For some reason, it didn't occur to her to mind this behaviour. The group proceeded to the sitting room, with its vista of the city. After everyone sat, Clawed lay at Mollie's feet, and Roo lay at Sara’s feet. Misty, nestled against Mollie, laughed, calling her canine lover a traitor. Sara blushed scarlet. Mollie was clear headed, since she refrained. It doesn’t stop her from thrusting it in and out while the pulses soothe her need, if not satiate it. But her heart isn’t in it, and neither is her mind. As she scans the room, thinking about all the cleaning she has to do on her one and only day off, continuing to rotate the toy back and forth, Laurie notices a pair of shoes that don’t belong to her. Though she doesn’t stop the motion of her wrist, her heart skips a beat as she realizes the shoes belong to a man… a man currently wearing them.