It was still work, but now, she was sure of herself.She took her time, enjoying herself as she lay on her back and encased herself in black. Legs firs..., stretching the rubber material over her feet, carefully pulling, until it was a second skin covering her legs, pausing just below her already dripping sex. Carefully, she wiped herself dry, ignoring the call to do more. She did take a moment to savor the taste, however. Ambrosia and ecstasy mixed into a delightful cocktail that she was content. I told Beth that I will let you and the girls decide my fate and scheduling. I'll comply with the pleasure of your presence as you wish." That was an elegant way to say you were willing to fuck us whenever we would let you." You are a crude little slut, my princess." Beth thinks we should stick around here until 10:30 in case the parents stop by after the show. It's over around 10 PM." OK, we can go back to my room. I had a couple bottles of wine delivered but if you want anything else to eat. I’ll watch a football game and cheer for the Cowboys just like anyone else, but when it comes to playing sports I figure if it isn’t done on horseback why bother? In case you’re a Dallas fan, you should know I’m talking about the University of Wyoming Cowboys, not the North Dallas 40. Mostly, though, that just means that I’m a tall skinny guy who doesn’t play basketball. Kind of narrows down the dating pool. With Geneive that was a moot point. Once in a while I’d attend a high school ball game. As a matter of fact, Shelly hated school, and was so damned happy that she was a week away from graduation. Being a senior and eighteen years old, she couldn’t wait to get out of the house. Her mom wanted her to go to school, her step dad thought a trade school would be better than joining some sorority, where Shelly actually wanted to join up with the military. Her mom knew her plans, and insisted that if she wanted to go to the service, at the very least go in as an officer. Shelly had.