She crouched in the darkness. The shadow had seen her. She couldn’t identify the other woman. She could hear her heart beating hard. The other woman...made her way to the tree where Sheila had pissed. She had probably been watching her. It was an open invitation. Sheila crouched and made her way bent over towards the tree. She saw it was a brunette. Linda was pissing also, and the women recognized each other. Sheila stepped forward while Linda stepped back. No one was talking. They could hardly. She felt his hot breath and whiskers in contrast to the softness of his lips in the notch of her collarbone as his body settled on to hers, pressing her back to the floor firmly. Sometimes, she knew, he would linger there, exciting her neck because it was so sensitive while the rest of her began yearning for his touch, but tonight he moved on quickly, bending to draw a spiral on her breast with his tongue and immediately sucking her nipple deep into the warmth of his mouth. She felt the both. .. or did do. No, it was about getting involved ... seriously involved ... again." And now?" I'll take my chances," she said, lowering her head and kissing me deeply."Well, in that case, I guess I will too," I said, realizing what I'd just agreed to."You got anything left for me tonight?" Yeah ... I think I can help you out."I doubt Rosalind could hear us. Neither of us were noise-makers. The bed didn't squeak, although it had every right to. Sally was a very aggressive lover that night. I was. She smiled as she knew that as impressive as this room was, it was onlya small version of the massive secret "FEM-ROOM" that was at "his"house.She drank this all this pleasure and was getting intoxicated by it.She then started to think of what to do next. She was, after all, a woman with a plan."Now, what to wear?" she said out load.At the packed dance club, all the employees were enjoying themselves.They were drinking and laughing at their private table, which wasarranged by their boss...who.