She recognises me and she must have rung Heather to tell her something. How embarrassing.“Now tell me, Christine,” said Heather suddenly. “Did y...u listen to anything in particular on my phone?”“Umm, not really,” replied Christine. “Just some music.”Her inadequate reply set off an interrogation from both women about the bloody iPhone. Just a series of questions about why the phone hadn’t been returned earlier, who had kept it, where it had been and why Christine felt it was okay to treat it as. You know her daughter, Arlene.”“That bitch? Nasty.”“I know, personally, that she’s much more intelligent than she lets on. The Others tell me that it’s important and possible for you two to work together, and also involve her mother, whom I know very, very...” She blushed a little. “ ... very well.”I picked up on her cue. “You and Arlene’s mother are friends with benefits?”“Yes. But Terry is also a Registered Companion and trains them. Think of how important Registered Companions could be to. I bet she touches her wet pussy like this and rubs her clit…”He grinned and nodded his agreement. I could see his passions rising. “Slowly, dear…” I reminded him. “Now, put my panties around your cock and use them to stroke yourself,” I instructed and he obeyed.My rubbing intensified and I moaned again. I was excited by doing this in front of Brian as well as the touch of my fingers. This was so erotic. “Now, imagine that this is you…” I purred as I lifted my pink vibrator. Switching it on, my. I thought about going after the women with bigger tits next but I decided to fuck all of the small-breasted women again. There were only ten or twelve of them I knew that I had already had my cock in each of them once if not twice in a few of them.That second time around the women were even easier to take by the hand, walk them off just a few feet, and then slip my cock into them. I just leaned them against a few bales of straw, held one of their knees up to my waist, and slipped my hard cock.