Though not as elaborately as Adelaide’s, the couches were well stuffed, thick curtains hung at the windows, engraved mirrors adorned the walls and a...three-jet gas lantern hung from the middle of the ceiling. It provided the girls with accommodation and their dressing room for the shows.There was a tap on the van’s door. Vesta answered it to see Sasha, one the engine stokers, standing outside. Ginny watched as the two had what seemed to be an urgent discussion before Vesta went outside. Ginny. How right it is.Some time went by before I actually started dressing. I can still rememberthe breathless thrill of packages arriving, the first time I walked inheels, the first time I shaved my legs, my first attempts at make-up. Butstill, I never had any desire to meet. Sure, as a fantasy, but not forreal. I'd be too scared, too self-conscious to ever actually go throughwith it. Too scared of where it might eventually lead once I did genuinelysub to another. My fantasies were dark...being. Frank chuckled. "Normally, we tie a string around it."Stacy looked over at him. "What?"Frank explained. "We loop a piece of string around it so we can pull it back out after it disappears into her body." Stacy looked back at Helen's pussy in shock. The older swinger gingerly got to her feet and turned to face her. She stepped close and brought her obscenely bloated pussy to within an inch of Stacy's face."Actually," Frank continued, "A few of times we've sunk that toy all the way into her cunt. He was able to escape before being carted downtown to the police station with the rest of them and didn't stand in line to confess his sins with all the others. Ronnie wasn't taking any chances and she had all of the girls involved identify any of the guys who molested them. When Vicky's turn came, there was nobody to identify.An arrest warrant was put out for Houston but he was able to convince the cops that he was playing basketball with a couple of buddies when it all went down. The two.