"Your pants were buzzing. Says you are popular with four voice mail messages."I pressed the call button then entered the pass code. The first three me...sages were hang-ups. The fourth messages had a long pause then an "ah, um" pause then hang-up. I checked to see if there was a telephone number related to the call. There was only an "unknown" for the last four calls. Oh well, whoever it was, would call back if were important.Mary, Julie and Maria had all gathered at the porch table so I sat down. She eventually chose a white semi transparent blouse, pale powder blue quarter cup bra, plain black pencil skirt and pale powder blue lacy panties. She rather nervously asked if she had to wear stockings, self supporting or suspender type, and if she was to pop anything into her cunt before we went out. I answered with Stockings are an option if you wish to wear them; their type is entirely up to you if you do! As for popping anything up inside your cunt, if it makes you feel better to do so. And because I knew you’d get along with them, and that if you failed to protect me, you’d at least try to get THEM out of the situation safely with you first before you bailed on them. I’d be outrunning you to the island right now, if it wouldn’t leave my family holding the bag and Springheel in the hands of Whoever. So, while I’m throwing my Countessness around, I’m decreeing that it isn’t going to happen, you’re not going to be caught on camera, either.” Helen explained calmly. “Susan’s idea. It didn’t matter physically to me and I knew it didn’t matter to Zena either. My being in her was, at this point, purely symbolic. I felt no need to keep thrusting. I just relaxed. She did likewise. The transcendent state I was in was like a waking dream. This drifted into a sleeping dream with me still erect, still inside her and using one breast as a pillow. I woke up several hours later with a full bladder. She stirred as I moved off of her. She looked at me and said: ‘Thank you. I never.