Laughs and kisses, and often simultaneously. I never let go of her as I lowered her feet so she could stand next to our bed. She nuzzled into my chest... content, with fits of sweet laughter.“I think I should open my first gift,” I said as I undid the shiny red bow on her hip and removed the sash that had hung around her waist all evening. I draped it over my shoulder, hugged her in my arms and unzipped her emerald green dress. Our kisses grew more intense, longer and deeper. The dress slipping. She bent over and leaned into me. "And THIS is nasty," I said, sliding a hand down between her legs. I did it so quickly, and my fingers were so slippery with soap, that one slid in her effortlessly. I pulled, to put pressure on her clit."Awwwwwww," she moaned."You want to have an orgasm?" I asked in her ear.She didn't say anything, but it looked like she nodded.I wagged my finger in her, back and forth, and she tried to squat. my finger held her up, though, and her head fell forward.She looked. She asked me if I had a condom, should the occassion arise were we did have sex. I told her that I did. It was becoming very apparent that Joan was enjoying talking to me about sex and then she asked me if I knew how to put on a condom. I assured her that it wasn't rocket science and that I could put it on. She then asked if my condom was a big one or a small one. I told her it was a big one. With that Joan asked me how big was my cock.By now it was apparent that not only was Joan getting. For her, the fifteen-minute interregnum provided an additional purpose: sufficient time to further prune their ranks. In their situation a certain brutal efficiency was necessary, and the gap between the most and the least competent kept widening. She needed to convince several of her charges, without shaming them, that their skills might best be applied to a different task.When she returned to the makeshift training room — a few minutes early, for despite her worries almost everyone she’d.