Katrina sat with rapt attention looking like a slightly smaller, but identical, version of her mother. She had exactly the same build and the same dar... hair - cropped just below the ears. They both had the same cute but unobtrusive breasts with surprisingly dark nipples. Both had trimmed their pussy hair to the same quarter inch strip that ran down in a straight line right into their vaginal cleft. Both of them also had a mass of intricately folded pussy lip bulging out of that cleft - like. . John got under my skirt, his hot breath tickling my crotch, his steamy breath wettening my allready damp panties. I started caressing John's head thru the fabric. If it wouldn't be for the strange bulge forming between my legs no one could guess that there was a man down there... It was so exciting to feel his face on my mound, his lips wettening the thin fabric of the panties, my vagina letting out juices of lust, soaking the thin material."... mmmm... it feels so good John... please... take. Damnit! This is all getting so bloody complicated. I have to think, and I'm just too tired." Relax, my boy. As soon as Mr. Jones returns we'll put you and the ladies into a helicopter and fly you out to the ranch. We have direct phone lines there to my office. When you feel better, call me and we'll set up the interview with our mystery woman."I sat down and tried to relax and be patient. Inside I was wound up tight, wanting to strike out at someone... anyone.Mr. Jones returned as the girls. "If he wants to end it all, fine. I'll do the same," I told myself, "After the thrashing I received I should have nothing more to do with him." I wanted to believe that but somehow I couldn't. All I could do was think and brood over the times we'd had together.Saturday evening found me sitting in front of my computer wearing my slave dress and looking at the pictures of the trip. Tears were streaming down my face when the doorbell rang. Quickly I pulled a robe over my dress and answered the.