”Dave acknowledged the comments. “Maybe Erin should put something in the weekly newsletter?”“Good idea. We’ll do both.”Two days later on W...dnesday afternoon, Dave got a call on his cellphone from the guard at the gate to the Circle. He said, “Mr. Prentiss, I have a young lady here at the gate that would like to talk to the lead of the Circle. Mr. Winter is away until Friday, and you are the vice president of the board and next on the call list. Should I send her up?”“What’s her name?”“Tanya. Slightly envious that Holly and Diane were more buxom than she was. Curiosity at what Holly and Diane's breasts would feel like, as compared to her own. More than a little unfocused sexual desire. An intense awareness of what her breasts felt like - tight and hard, her nipples slightly erect in reaction to the cool water in the tank.Looking further into her mind, I was able to see that Diane had been right: Susan did want to ask Holly about some of the things the three of them had talked about. Finally, Sara gave us the command to make each of us cum, ontoher black boots. It was like it was orchestrated. I think we all came atthe same time as the music reach a pinnacle and with Sara's cunt drippingwith fluid. Our mutual sperm shot onto Sara's boots. The ejaculationslasted a long time. Exhausted, I looked at Sara's boots. They were coveredwith our sperm. She ordered us to lick all of the cum off her boots. Ittook a good 10 minutes to complete the task. Sara then lowered herself andput. Then, as the door in matter of seconds went from dry wood into a blazing inferno that roared and unnaturally flung a vicious fire tongue at the bed where we had just been sitting, we lay soaking wet in the farthest corner. Which I could tell by the intense burning pain in my face and throat was not far away at all.I understood at once that if we had been sitting on the bed our bodies would now be contributing to a cozy, crackling fire. Cinders flew wildly across the room, but our wet clothes.