.well this one would be fun. I felt my grin widen as I imagined all the things I would to this little slut until she too, bored me. ... I knew that I could take her now but, to me, that wasn't as fun as playing a little cat-and-mouse. There was nowhere she could run from here, this was my territory, and any further she went would just bring her closer to my abode. As I continued to follow her silently, I had to wonder what exactly had brought her out here. There was absolutely. She was glad she had paid attention to what she was wearing tonight, and that she had taken the time to make her pussy smooth and totally shaved, along with wearing a sexy g string, as it made her feel in some way more confident, and appealing, and it made it easier for the guy dancing behind her to move the g aside, and get access to her clit with his fingers, which she was really enjoying. The feeling of two fingers stretching her pussy open as they were pushed inside her, and the way he slid. Once her clamps released, Chelsea walked out of the room, down the corridor that lead to the final preparation room. The butcher, Kevin, waved at her.?Got an appointment, Chelsea???Sorry, Kevin. Not this time!? she replied.She walked out of the preparation room, still completely naked. She found Table Five, where a young man was sitting. She nonchalantly hopped onto the rotating section, and slipped her ankles into a pair of ankle clamps at one end. Again, this was just to keep her still. The. Would you prefer that I lied to you? Patsy could fake it if you wished, Farnsworth."He blushed and said nothing more. Clarissa said, "I think that Farnsworth would like to get better acquainted with our new guest first, wouldn't you, Farnsworth?She poured out four glasses of wine, but mine was only a small one. Mom nodded her permission for me to sip a bit. We retired to the bedroom, where Farnsworth and I sat on the bed while Mom and Clarissa sat next to each other on a couch facing the bed..