.."I gave her a quick hug. "Sorry Lynette, I understand you are friends butthat was never going to float, with everything that happened I couldnever w...rk with that fucking knob."She nodded. "Yes I get that, I am sorry for my part in it, but Yvesmanaged to somehow convince me that he would get you past the ill feelingand history. I am an idiot I should have known better."We slipped into a brief silence before she whispered. "So how is yoursalon doing?I explained that I was going OK. She chatted. One lady slapped the SD card into her video camera and played back the recording on its little screen. They all loved the under-breast views, and applauded the ice in pants put down. The bunch had been chattering, but went very quiet as they watched the close-up '69' action, the older lady asked "What exactly do you lezzers, sorry Lesbians, actually do?" Two ladies slipped off their green padded waxed jackets and carefully laid them on wooden floor to make a demonstration area. Sweet-Ami slowly. "Sam followed her to the front door and peeked out. "There's no-onearound, come on, I just need to check the costume in the light - walk tothe gate and back." Sam stepped out into the sunlight and looked aroundnervously. He then ran to the gate, turned around and ran back."Right, we're done," he said."Hang on, we're not done, I didn't get to see a bloody thing - I saidwalk, not run, do it again and this time WALK!"Sam turned around and walked slowly to the gate. Rebecca smirked as hisBarbie. Marta was trembling, and having to concentrate hard to keep her hand from slipping.I waited until she had finished a line, and lifted her pen before clearing my throat. She jumped, and looked up.“Having fun?” I asked.She paused, then said shook her head and said, “No.”“Why is that?”She thought for a moment, then said, “It’s a combination of the discomfort of sitting on the floor, the way my ass smarts, and the vibrations from the butt plug and dildo. But the really difficult thing is trying to.