Indeed, she said, I needed feeding and she was right. I was a poor specimen and no mistake. As we drove through the busy London streets she asked of m... background and, quite candidly, I told her much as I have revealed here. That woman was a saint. True to her word she had me bathed, fed and clothed. I had never in my life felt warm water on my skin before. Neither my body nor my hair had in all my life been washed with more than cold water. It is hard now to recall how luxurious felt clean. "I was a little worried about you, Janice darling, you hityour head but you were certainly better than OK in bed."The Captain reached forward and gently touched the side ofher head."Ouch!" she said. She felt dizzy and disassociated. Hermouth twisted. She knew without any doubt what Kirk wouldsay. That she was having a 'blonde' moment. Could thatpartly explain this fantasy of being the captain? A voicewithin her said with supreme confidence, 'You are JaniceRand.''Well that was just silly! . Laura led us to her bedroom, which was perfect for my purposes. I shut the door behind me, which I had read was considered a polite request for privacy at these sex parties. I didn’t want to be disturbed until I’d had my wicked way with both of them – Jessie for the sheer joy of it, and Laura as a bit of fun, and a bit of unspoken retribution for holding out on me.Jessie was openly grinning; I guess, like me, she was remembering how we’d started off the previous time. Personally, I hoped that I. My hands were busy stroking her thighs. I worked my way from the outside to the milky white inner thigh. I touched her lightly setting off a flurry of ripples in her legs and her hips undulated with my touch. I moved my hand up close to her mound teasing her along the way. She was whimpering at every touch. She wanted my hands and mouth on and in her pussy. My mouth moved over her mound and buried itself in her clit. I sucked her clit into my mouth. She gasped again with a loud moan. I nibbled.