“They have good taste, indeed.”“Aunt Jane, why haven’t you released me yet?”“All in good time, sweet girl. All in good time.”“Are you ...lanning on keeping me?” asked an astonished Faith.“I have faith,” smiled Jane. “And I intend to keep her for a bit. We’ll play this game a little longer.”“Aunt Jane! How could you?”Jane was facing a dilemma. Her daughters had created a mess and, if she released Faith, Faith was bound to say something. In the best case, her relationship with her sister, Faith’s. Thigh thickness. Shoe size, ankle width. Then she was measured for a G-string. That was a job Joe would enjoy, G-string measurer. Even the outside dimensions of her pussy were measured.“Anywhere else you guys want to put that tape measure.” She laughed. Her new clothes, supplied by the company would be delivered to her flat tomorrow. She would dress as the company wanted her to dress. Then it was time for lunch, where work it seemed was the sole topic of conversation. Sukky was booked for some. " I'm sorry?" Zee vaarr." I'm sorry, I can't quite get that." Ze-e va-aarr!" he said, bulging his eyes and then aiming and shooting with an imaginary sort of rifle, even taking proper care to imitate the recoil. I could imagine this man would have made an awesome air guitarist."Oh, the war you mean?" Yes, yes. Ze var." I was told stuff that didn't make much sense, about a war going on. That it somehow involved me. And Eileen as well. Where is she, actually?" Ah, ja. Ze guardian zpeerit!" So you. ”“Of course I am,” she said. “That’s why you love me so, right?”Bridget ordered two more. She leaned over closer to Gina.“Is he good in the sack?” she asked.Gina smiled and took a sip of her drink. “Incredible,” she said.“How’s his package?”“He’s hung like a dumb jury.”“Ha! I knew it!” Bridget squawked, laughing, slapping the table. “Now we’re getting somewhere!”Some folks at nearby tables looked their way in reaction to Bridget’s table bang.“We’re okay!” Bridget said. “No problems.” They.