I wicked thrill went though my body and I felt as wanton as a cheerleader after homecoming. Please, sugar, I husked, let me join your club. Pretty ple...se. Since you asked so nicely with that delightful Southern drawl of yours, Mark said. Welcome to club. Well, I guess I better start stripping. I felt as slatternly as an Old Miss sorority girl at a frat party as I pulled of my tanktop. My face burning, as I released the clasp on my sports bra, exposing my tits. They were still a great pair, I. A waiter who I knew only as James showed me to my table, and my first pot of Lady Grey arrived before I had even unfolded my Saturday broadsheet. I left it in the pot to brew a bit longer as I looked in a mixture of dismay and scorn at the headline. "Martians Wait On The Moon To Invade Us Again! Outcry in Parliament. " It had been almost twelve years since the Martians and their fighting machines had first arrived, and then themselves fallen prey to the common cold, a constantly mutating. The repast passed without a food wrestling match. The two then turned their attention back to me. I was now a passive play toy hardly able to move. While Gwen gave me the closest attention Sabrina nibbled around the edges. Her probing finger increased my own intensity as I positioned her for my own pleasure. She was as wet as any woman I had known and covered my face with her juices. I nibbled and probed with my tongue until she went rigid and quivered intensely.Next I knew Gwen was above me. She has heard of items like this, and has even been involved with such an item before, but never used one.“Why only one question a day?”“This makes it more interesting, we spend more time getting to know each other, we don’t have to rush things. This item also has a usage limit.”Slowly nodding, May smiled, pleased with the proposal, and said.“Okay, let’s do this now.”“Then touch the bubble.”May nodded and reached out to touch the glass sphere. At first, she thought the sphere was hard, made of.