We continued to drink and joke while we browsed the room hoping to find two women looking for us. The drinks went down faster, the room got blurrier a...d we started to realize our hunt for the perfect women was coming to end. “You ready to get out of here?” “Sure” he said. We left and stopped by another bar on the way home for a quick nightcap. “Nothing here either.” I said. We got out second tabs of the night and started the walk back to the condo.Once we arrived home we stumbled to make it up. " Don't stop licking me." Say it properly." he asked grinning."Please lick me," she said squirming."Beg me to eat your pussy." Please eat my pussy......pleaseeeee........ eat my pussy," She said, then sighed when his tongue returned to her pussy. What was happening to her? She was begging a 40 year old muslim man to eat her pussy. She just smiled. Just like there was a difference between a cock and a penis, there were two things between her legs. Her vagina and her pussy. Her vagina was for her. I thanked God for blessing my sex-deprived body with this beautiful creature. I made a mental note that I wanted to paint him. Naked. He laid me down on the bed, and continued to assault my eager mouth with his tongue. I wanted to touch him all over, and I did. His skin was warm and smooth, with speckles of dark blonde hair in all the right places. I felt his hands on my back, unclasping my bra. He pulled it away slowly and tossed it aside. I held my breath as he ran his tongue across my. I give you the prologues from both!CATHY DOUGLASThis story is set 3 years ahead of the events in George Douglas; and it follows on from Veronica Coleman; for theses events please read both volumes — I need the extra readers!The George Douglas story left on an apparent cliff-hanger, How far under control was Chris Henderson? Would he become a programmed toy for the Association to use?What happened to Sharon, Kathy and Charlotte? — would their friendship with Cathy fade over the intervening.