When you weren't here to open the shop, I got worried."Glancing at my alarm clock, then my wrist watch, I felt my eyes widen in shock. It was after on... o'clock in the afternoon! Not only had I forgotten to set my alarm before passing out, I'd overslept hugely. After stammering an apology, I assured her that I'd be there as quickly as possible and hung up, pulling clothes out of my dresser at random."What's wrong?" Talon asked, sitting up and watching me scramble around madly, his. " I pulled on my tight crop top and jeans, slipped into myhigh heels and kissed everyone goodbye.Arriving at my apartment I put my key in the lock but it didn't seem tofit. As I tried again the door opened and a woman poked her head out."What are you trying to do" she shouted. "Um I'm trying to get into myapartment, who are you?" I replied."I'm not telling you my name," she reprimanded. "This is my place and ifyou don't leave I'll call the police."Trying to placate her I took a step backwards. " Becky grinned. "I remember when we were at the Cinnabon, and there were these two cute girls in line ahead of us -- 'bout my age, wearing these tight little shorts... you couldn't stop staring at 'em!" "Oh yeah... I remember those two," marveled Connie. "I masturbated that night, thinking about them." "I thought they were hot, too. Anyhow... that's when I figured I oughta check out your computer, to see if you had any lesbian stuff hidden there. So I waited 'til that Saturday -- y'know, when. We had come away with the intention of a very sexy weekend and my wife, Sally-Anne, had packed a wonderfully exciting case full of her sexy lingerie and clothes so we can indulge in our favourite pastime. During the afternoon Sally-Anne suggested that this evening we should play our game and we spent a glorious afternoon writing out our fantasies ready for the evening. After a long joint bath where we consumed rather a lot of Champagne the moment came when we selected the fantasy to be.