I was alive!It took my aunts massaging me a while before I could really move anything. I was so wrung out that I was still like a rag doll. "So what d...d you think of your first time?" Asked Laura, who was massaging my temples.The only response that my still evolving mind could think of was to giggle stupidly."Liked it that much, did you?' She said. "Good, cause it ain't over yet sister. In fact, it's barely just begun. You'll see the priest again tonight.I just groaned in response. I was so. Roy has paid for this week. I am here to moderate the grievance between you two, and that is it. I have already read the court orders, and consulted both your attorneys. I understand that one of you wishes to divorce, and the other does not. That is normal in these cases. I am not going to go to dinner with either one of you, or show up for your barbeques. You can say whatever you need to. The more you say, and the more honest you are with me and each other, the better things can be with all. "Are you sure? There are some things I could do that might inflict pain on you. Is that what you want?" he replied, trying to make her realise that she needed to set boundaries."Yes, sweetheart, yes. Anything that gives you any pleasure at all. I want to experience everything and those things I enjoy the most, well hopefully two or three times" she replied emphatically.Frank thought of a number of things he had read about but never experienced and some he knew would not be appropriate for one. “If you would like to buy one, though...”“Maybe you should come to the House of the Golden Tail, and I might.”Greed flashed in her eyes. “Maybe, I will.”“Now, where is this house?”Her other slavegirl led us. With Lasla's pussy cream still on her lips, she guided us the few blocks through the teaming street to a large building that dominated a block. It had a sign over the door with a golden tail curling away. It was clearly feline and playful. The slavegirl bowed to us, then turned and scurried.