This routine went on for weeks, we seldom saw Marjorie, except in the evenings. When asked where she went all the time, the only answer we got was tha... she was organizing things. She was true to her words though. She got the auctioneers to send her the lot contents of upcoming auctions. I sat for hours studying them, attending them in disguise, and placing bids by telephone. Marjorie gave me her bank card, to use as I wish.I bought for example an auction lot of 50 wooden bows, strings and boxes. “It’s just weird, that’s all,” said Liz. “You’re my friend ... right?”“Of course,” said Miranda, leaning forward. That kind of comment usually led to something interesting, and she was ... interested.“I mean, if I told you something ... about Jeff and me ... it wouldn’t go any farther ... right?”“I’m hurt that you’d even think it could,” said Miranda, really interested now.“Jeff likes more than just having men look at me,” said Liz, tentatively.“You mean he wants men to... do things ... to. Such urgent need.She loved my pussy, moaning as she drank my juices. My song trilled louder and louder, passion pouring out of it. Chaun hummed a deeper baritone, adding to the song I invented, following along to my melody, harmonizing with me as we shared our pleasure.I smiled at him as I humped against Xera's licking tongue. My nipples ached beneath my top. “Yes, yes, Xera,” I sang. “You sweet elf.”Then I caught Chaun's gaze. He had a roguish smile, his violet eyes twinkling. He bent down and. It turned out that four or five of them knew each other from school days. They were not all in the same class or same year, but were friends. After school they drifted apart, some married and a couple divorced. One however stayed single and after a few dead end jobs, took the plunge and became an escort. She had been working at that for a year or so when she got back in touch with one of her friends, and then the others, until all 8 were back in touch. They would go out together for girlie.