At least none that we don’t make for ourselves. If you want justice, you have to see to it personally. Frankly, I’m an atheist or at least an agno...tic these days,” I confessed my rather unpopular infidel ways.“If there were Gods, which would you prefer?” Anne teased me.“Any but the Abrahamic type. Greek, Hindu, Norse, Roman, Celtic, Egyptian, even Aztec, would be better than Christ. I’d even take Ahura-Mazda, the Zoroastrian God, over Christ or Allah or Jehovah. I’m a bit jaundiced about divine. I wish I could have gotten naked, and Ms. Vera too. I’ve been so horny since I came back in here. I told Margie I wanted my pussy shaved like hers.”“Colleen, why don’t you take Margie over to meet Ms. Vera? Tell her you’d like her to video Margie while I interview her. There’s a wardrobe room off the room we were in earlier. Find Margie a sexy skirt to wear, one that will expose her butt when she bends over. You may want to find one too. I’d like to see you in something other than that long. He had no problem with it, but Lana seemed very eager for it to happen.Turning to face him, she smiled. "I just want you three to get along." Ashton shrugged, supposing it was as good of an answer as any. He missed the way her smile turned mischievous then. "And if you happened to fuck me in my old bedroom, that wouldn't be so bad either."A shock went through him at her words, but he forced himself to remain composed. "Come on, baby." Lana purred, reaching a hand out to stroke down his chest.. Afton’s breathing became more shallow the longer the warm hands worked on her inner thigh, and once in a while one of them would brush against her bulging pussy. There was a definite line of moisture along Afton’s crack that was showing through on her panties, and Miss Richards commented on how attractive Afton’s vagina looked while covered by the white cotton panties. By now Afton was so aroused that she was in dire need of sexual relief, and offered no resistance when Miss Richards let her.