The stories were everywhere. Gone, like a thief in the night, her crime the empty lives of her most rampant fans. Her own private life lay mostly hidd...n from public view, it was the price she demanded, and got, for the public life she gave of so easily and fully. It was known that she had lost her parents at the age of seventeen. A tragic plane crash had taken their lives while traveling on her behalf. It was an event she, understandably, never quite got over. Her parents had supported her rise. Once, I was tempted to pretend I was recreating the famous scene from “When Harry Met Sally”, where Meg Ryan fakes an orgasm in public. I decided against it since the trainers seemed not to have any sense of humor.The trainer would note the time, and hence how long I had held out, then we would return to the Club, and I would be handed over to Mistress Andrea. She would consider how long I had held out, then decide whether to punish me or not, based on whether my control was getting better.And. Confirming my suspicions that she had long fancied a lesbian encounter she asked to taste Laura's pussy. Laura got over her in a 69 and lowered her pussy onto Felicity's waiting tongue while continuing to lick her wet pussy. Meanwhile John and I stood beside the bed watching them and stroking each others cock. It wasn't long before Laura's pussy was as wet as Felicity's and motioning her to move off the bed, John got back between Felicity's legs and slid his hard cock back into her now dripping. “There’s a bit of gin.” “Uck,” she replied quickly. “Some rum, a little vodka, and an untouched bottle of tequila,” I completed the inventory. “Tequila, huh?” she said, smiling slyly over the top of her glass. “I’ve done some pretty bizarre things under the influence of tequila.” “Shania, while you have every right, I’m quite sure bizarre behavior would lead to regrets tomorrow.” Her eyes grew wide and she looked square at me. “Say my name again,” she commanded. “I’m sorry? What?” “Say my name,.