”I felt like someone should hold a sign over my head that said, “Moron.” How was I supposed to go visit House Cerenkov while wearing the respect...ve yet humiliating suit if the suit wasn’t even here for me to put on?Someone’s phone rang. Chloe opened her clutch purse and pulled out her phone. “Yes?” She looked at me. “Yes, he’s right here, Dana.” And she held out the phone to me.I took the phone and sighed. I should have known better. I put the phone to my ear. “Hello, Dana.”“You finished sooner. ....Stacey was sitting facing me in the kitchen.I was sitting on the table she in a chair with her arms behind her wrists bound to the chair.She had been docile and offered no resistance.I had taken off her skirt.Revealing a little pink thong.I had contolled myself not looking at the loot hidden beneath.When I lifted her T over her head.I was surprised and excited to see she had a bellybutton ring.The sight of the ring that flat as a plank tummy and little tites in a peach coloured bra. I had. "Just set the crank stuff aside," the boy said. "Sort the rest of the stuff like we did last night."Sharon took the bundle that was handed to her, sat down on a corner of the bed, put her pop on the floor, then put the pile in her lap.The first envelope contained only one picture. It was a color shot of a pretty young redhead of about fifteen or so sitting backward, naked, on a man's lap. Only a part of his thick dick showed. The rest of it was embedded in the girl's twat. The man she was. I had to quantify that variable." Sit down." She gestured toward a sofa in her living room. She set the vase on a low table and sat beside him. "From an intellectual viewpoint, I understand and I agree. But as a woman..." Look at it this way ... I'm convinced now that most of what you experienced came from you, Caitlin ... and, not from that root." Most?" I do believe the root may have some subtle, physiological effect -- but not enough to explain it all." Why do you say that?" Did you ever see.