"Maryanne seemed uncomfortable. Sis continued. "Okay, oh noble one. You preserve the reputation of the ladies. You don't have to say a word." Thank yo...." BUT, each of us wants to have an evening just like that. Dinner, romance, dancing, and fun in the night." You're serious?"I looked at MA who nodded. "Oh, yes we're serious. Why should she have all the fun when we do all the work?"That was a surprise. "Okay. Sounds good to me. How will it work?" One of us will be your date and the other will. But I digress. The tale I am about to recount occurred last October, on the occasion of my first Thanksgiving since crossing the Atlantic to be with my Master. I recorded it at the time in my journal. And it is an extract from that journal that follows. And I would like to assure you that there is a happy ending to this tale. Depending of course on whether you are on my side or that of the turkey. ******* This morning there was a battle royale, a fight of sheer will power, and it was purely out. “No, we will let Nuru have some fun tonight. I believe he has a score to settle with Pathan too. I’ll wait to see if Pathan can manage a tight pussy and some decent tits to go with them. Don’t break anything Nuru. I don’t mind if you teach him how to turn but leave his pussy alone.”“What pussy? I don’t have a pussy,” Pathan cried out in fear and his arse clenched, thinking they meant it. Pathan was adverse to pain. He had never developed a thick skin like his brother Hasid had. He might be gay. Of course Jake knew that the one who had done the talking was Kevin himself, a fact Bonnie would eventually figure out. He was hoping that his little verbal slight of hand would keep Bonnie's mouth shut."Oh my, that's rich," Della laughed, smiling at her younger sister's surprise. "Bet you and Kimmy will be having a talk before long, ehh?" Bonnie shot her older sister a sharp look, although Della was a year older, she was also shorter by about an inch. Della winked at Jake, laughing at Bonnie's.