This time Hank was my lover tormentor. One is never assigned a master she knows well. I'd met Hank only a few of times. After you've been a man's vict...m, you never again think of him as just a man. If he does a good job you'll remember him with more fondness than most of your lovers. Not that he hasn't become your lover. He just hasn't stuck his dick inside you. I think this is the main reason we aren't allowed to know other members outside. If I'd even known Hank's last name I'd have been on. After the salads, we got up to leave. I had seen no check nor did Brad drop any money on the table. When he saw the quizzical look on my face, he explained. "They automatically add healthy tips for the waiter and the valet and bill me at the end of the week." So I'm not the first girl you've brought here?" I asked jokingly. His reply was, surprisingly, a blush.Once in the car, as soon as we turned the corner out of sight of the valet, I reached over the center console and unzipped Brad's fly. I. Apparently, Beth going to my aunt for advice wasn't anything new. She had been doing this since she was a seven and needed to know what to do about getting kissed so that she could turn into a princess.Maggie didn't know what Beth needed advice for this time, but whatever it had been, Elvis and Aunt Prudie encouraged her to chase after me, which, of course, ended up with her being in the contest Maggie cooked up.When I told George all this at school the next day, he was as amazed as I'd been. I heard the wonderful sound of suction on breast. I noticed the aroma of Liz’s desire mixed with a new scent, Angel’s arousal: together, the smell of sex.There I was, blind, untouched, unable to taste them, yet I could feel every caress, every nibble, every kiss. I heard their bodies shift. I could only imagine what was happening, and I’m sure my fantasy was wrong. However, I recognized the unmistakable sound of one, possibly two pussies being invaded. I sensed the suckling, the tonguing.