She wanted to touch her clitoris so badly, but she knew that she wasn't allowed to do this, or somebody would have to order her to do it.The boys had ...otally forgotten about Sofie. Just knowing what was going on with Melinda, and remembering the spectacle that Sandra had given them on the Tuesday. They were eagerly awaiting for the same thing to happen to Melinda.The funniest thing of it all, was that some of the girls were also getting excited about what was going on. They sure wouldn't want. Then he looked in the night table where the bedroom telephone was. There he found a small address book, and after rifling nervously through it, he found: Dr. Stanley Bederbeck, 60 West 96th Street. 977-0002.Adam dialed the number quickly, only to find he had mis- dialed and was obliged to try it again. The telephone rang and rang, and finally a secretary answered."Get me the doctor! Quick! I'm Helen Randolph's husband. Hurry, I must talk to him!"The secretary tried to make some sense out of the. My heightened senses were useful as I heard the whispers from the corners, gossiping about Lady Willoughby's seemingly well-known unhappy marriage. I also overheard comments about her being barren. It was apparent that her husband spent most of his time at their country home, while she preferred the city. Their marriage had become one of convenience only — if the gossip was accurate. This was a welcome bit of knowledge indeed.After our dance, I asked permission to call upon her on the morrow.. She looked a little bit embarrassed at the attention she drew to herself but every one of us merely smiled our encouragement to her.The first mating went very well and Marie collapsed onto the ground after the first dog pulled his knot out of her. She lay much like the rest of us, legs slightly open, pussies very definitely still open, and dog cum seeping from those same pussies. I got myself up and started for the house.Mom was curious, “Where are you going?”I stopped and turned around, “Marie.