Michele, Polly and Mary shaved and took their time applying makeup, pulling on and brushing their wigs and dressing in their Wrens uniforms.“Ok girl...; let’s get breakfast. Try not to upset Spike or get the other Leading Recruits offside,” Michele said faffing around her charges and making sure they met her standards.In the café, the Wrens sat at their table and ate their breakfast; very aware that the four Leading Recruits were looking at them critically. Michele kept her two Wrens engaged but. “I bet you had a whole monologue just for me,” Rachel giggled with her chin resting on my pelvis, “did I throw a wrench in it?” “Just a setback,” I gasped as her fingers pushed inside me, “I’m (AAAH!) very adaptable.”“We’ll see.” Rachel’s mouth smiled defiantly as her lips lowered. Her fingers curled inside my pussy, pressing against the sensitive spot on my ceiling. My head tilted back and a soft cry escaped my mouth. I felt Rachel’s breath hot and heavy against my womanhood. Her lips pressed. Oh, great, he's here too. Ronnie gave me a push from behind, sending me into the apartment. Deek was sitting on the couch in his underwear.Jimmy sat in the chair next to the couch still grinning. Deek called me over and pulled me to sit next to him. "What you got lined up?"Ronnie asked still standing."Not a lot today, one at nine, one at ten, one at ten-thirty and another at eleven-thirty. I didn't have enough time to schedule a lot but tomorrow should be better," Deek said playing with my. She felt like she was out of body watching herself holding onto the edge of a grand canyon. Deep below was the abyss of total pleasure. Above was what she no longer wished to be. Her being was telling her to “let go!” She fainted. When she regained consciousness, she was nude and lying stretched out on a dais, high above the floor. Her left leg was outstretched. Her right leg was drawn up. A shaman-master was dancing. His head was covered by a hideous tribal mask of bones and teeth. Someone.