Finally he plucked up enough courage."What about a knife-throwing act, Julia? They always use a beautiful young lady for that kind of thing and they d...n't come any more beautiful than you!" You must be mad, darling. Quite raving mad! I doubt there's anyone in that village could throw a knife with that kind of skill and I don't fancy becoming a human pincushion! I still love you, so don't think I'm about to drop you, darling, but that idea gets the thumbs down without a shadow of doubt."Giles. Unfortu¬nately in my revelations to him I started using our names and must have mentioned Jodie's twice before I realised by his facial expression that he now knew exactly who the woman with the dog was.As this second 'faux pas' sunk in, he was telling me that he had a friend with a dog that sometimes serviced his wife, only she was an old hag. Would I like to come back in a week or so and play with his mate's dog whilst they looked on, or should he approach my friend Jodie upstairs?, . Tell him to not say anything, just to come in and start the procedure."Nat was gone almost before the words were out of Jennie's mouth. "Close your eyes and just sit like you are," Jennie encouraged her sister.Jeff walked in with the block equipment in his hands. Hope sat, more or less, calmly, her eyes closed, trusting her sister, but even so, there was an occasional shiver.Jeff walked quietly over. Hope felt something settle about her head. After what seemed to her to only be a moment, she. I slid the clip over the clitoris, and down over her beautiful little inner labia. Despite all the moisture, it stayed in place. I pulled her panties back up.“Now stand up,” I said. “And let your skirt back down.”“That is amazing,” she said. “Every little movement feels like you are licking my clit.”“I would love to lick your clit,” I said. “A lot.”“Maybe soon,” she replied.“Now, take a little walk outside,” I said. “Walk about three-hundred metres down the street, and then walk back. Walk.