I’d become so aggressive on the court that without Lissa there to temper me, no one would play with me. Dad came over one day to watch me play a hal...-court game against myself. Yeah. Half-court. If the ball went past the short-line it was a point deducted. Once I lost fifty points I was done. It took two hours.Dad had a guest pass to the club and came into the locker room to join me for my cool-down. We both relaxed, first with a good steam and then in the spa. We sat there in silence for a. The extra women were housed in the hanger, were at loose ends. Half wanted to stay and half wanted to go but could not figure out where to go, so we told them they were welcome to stay until they made up their minds. This seemed to help ease the minds of at least half the women who had not wanted to stay. I think they were worried about what they might be forced to do.All the women had agreed to take over the watches in the communication room. Training was scheduled to start tomorrow with. She giggled and said that I could shave the bottom half if I wanted to, then maybe the heart the next time, and then a landing strip the time after that. Okay.Of course I wanted to prove to her that I was doing the right thing so I started to eat her out again to an orgasm. When I was done I pretended to slit out a pubic hair that was in my mouth and she giggled. I shaved the bottom half of her wonderful pussy twice to make sure that it was smooth. Then I started to eat her out again. That time. It was a hot and steamy summer’s night. I was out at my usual club and was in the mood to party, drink and dance until early hours of the morning. I spotted my gorgeous African spunk of a man across the room. Justin was an incredible lover, with lovely blue eyes, longish dreaded hair, beautifully tanned skin and a body to die for. Justin and I fucked on a regular basis. It was never more than that… neither of us wanted it that way. If I picked up someone else for the night or if he did, it was.