Angela stood on a table by the barbecue, using it as an impromptu dais. She announced, “Ladies, all 18 supplicants, or guests, contestants, or victi...s, whatever you wish to call them, are here on time. The doors are locked and we can move to the next step whenever Dorothea, our President, decides.” She stepped down from the table, assisted by two of the guests. One touched her ankle and I saw her slap him. I thought he deserved it. Dorothea, standing on the rear porch, draped with wisteria and. She then said conversationally, “Be a darling and clean it for me. Oh, and be thorough. And then I’d like you to answer my question.”It was kind of obvious to me that she didn't mean for me to clean the spoon with a tissue, it was clear she meant with my mouth; but it was not totally clear, not 100%. I had the feeling if I blew the simple task of cleaning the spoon, if I made the wrong choice between mouth and tissue, that that would be it, that she’d be up and gone, out of my life for good. I. I can’t explain why I didn’t ignore him. I don’t know why I started this game. It feels dangerous somehow, a relief from this unrelenting boredom, from my useless life. I am laying in bed staring at the ceiling when a message arrives.“Hi,” it says from DMan79. What the fuck. I’m not surprised that he reached out but why that handle. Dale is texting a girl young enough to be his daughter and he’s just outed himself as being forty. Stupid!“Hey HRU,” I respond. “Good.”For the next hour, we. They say a blind man's other senses are heightened because he can not see. I guess so. Why?Well in your case, god a has seen fit to give you such a small package. Does that mean you're more talented with your hands or ooo your tongue?I just sat there looking her in the eyes, trying to come up with an answer but drawing a blank.You know I'm a lesbian right!? Well I need someone to lick my pussy tonight. Like right now. Look as she pulls her skirt up revealing a shaved pussy. And I can see her.