“Will we be long, Abby?”I chuckled, “Remember the g-spot … you’ll have me there soon enough.”Mr. C chuckled in return, “No hurry, you tw.... I’ll order something in a bit.” Then, “Don’t bother dressing for dinner …” We both giggled before our giggles were muffled by pussy.We went down the stairs holding hands, a warm glow still enveloping our bodies from mutual orgasms. Our heels clicked on the marble tiles of the foyer. They were all we decided to wear … in keeping with Mr. C’s suggestion. . Callous crushed her hand painfully in his grip. ‘Sit, woman!’ there was nothing jovial in his voice. Thylisa took her seat. He leaned close to her, ‘I cannot explain at the moment, but you are no longer safe in this city. I have found it to be in my best interest to help you, and you will live, but only if you sit here like a good little wench and finish your wine.’ Callous released her hand. Once again he settled back in his chair and drank from his horn. The girl trembled slightly as she. "The people at you job," she said. "I see."I absently smoothed the front of my skirt in my lap."Did you tell them about how you marched as a Southern Belle the otherweek?" Lisa asked."No." Why not? Were you ashamed of that?"I wasn't sure. I said nothing."See, if you were gay, you'd probably dress up as a motorcycle leatherguy or something. Not as a southern belle. I mean really," she sighed,"it makes no sense." Well," I said, "I just don't want to have to explain it to people."She reached. They,re doing real good there.” she beamed. It soon became embarrassing as after an hour I,d added just one more walleye of about the same size while landing four fish for her three wall yes slightly bigger and a four pound largemouth bass which is big for South Dakota. She invited me to join her for munch so we sat in her lovely car to eat sandwiches washed down with cokes kept cool in the lake. Shawna told me about Minnesota where she,d previously lived and a boyfriend who,d dumped her when.