" Not a slut", I said. "Highly sexed." Well my cunt is dripping", Beth announced."Speaking of which, the birthday boy is changing the rules. If Beth's...pussy is wet, I have a hankering for some blonde bush." Long as you remember your promise." Would I lie to you? Now meet me at that lounger. I'm on my back, just sit that juicy pussy on my face."For some reason, even though I've eaten my share of pussy, Beth's blonde wispy bush calls to me. I'd only enjoyed it once, but it was memorable. When I. Laura decided sandals would work, I thought boots, but Laura spanked me and said I was Spirit’s mare, not some biker’s bitch. Ho hum, sandals it was. At 5’10” I don’t need high heels to tower over people, none the less Laura chose a pair of matching leather sandals with wedge heels and thongs that wound their way up my legs to fasten just below my knees.Patricia suggested a matching leather leash to attach to my collar, my wedding collar. Laura spanked her and pointed out that I wasn’t a bitch. She again yelled ate me “who will remove your banyan (vests)”. I told her “no way. I will not remove it stating that I feel very shy. please leave me with this and I can remove it and be there with her daughter’s presence.”She said “she is just your sister and I am your aunt, we are not going to make any fun or tell others about this. While sleeping you must have enough air circulation for good health. remove it at once” So; I had to remove my banyan also.” Now she was looking at my him, I was. He introduced himself as 'Aadam Abdul Mohammad'"We met at the fence a few weeks ago. We had a private talk while my aids went to summon the artist. Do you remember any of the things we talked about?" he asked."Yes, we talked about how the weather was in Bagdad in the spring and compared it to the weather in Rochester, was one topic," I replied."Yes, good - I wanted to make sure I was talking to the right person," he replied. "I have a favor to ask, as you call it." OK, what can I help you.