Jack usually borrowed Abby’s cell phone to make calls.“That’s good,” Liz said.“I think his parents are doing okay financially,” Claire sai....At work, Abby’s telephone rang. She was going to answer it until she saw the expression on her boss’s face. Rather than get into an argument, she let it go over to voice mail wondering who was calling her at work. When her first break came around, she listened to the voicemail. She called back, “Hello, Mrs. Dunne.”“Hello, Abby. How are you doing?” Jack’s. Several times, they took delight in adding a large gob of spit to the ash they had dropped into my mouth. When they had finished the cigarettes, they made me stick out my tongue. They both stubbed out the cigarettes on my tongue, and ordered me to eat the butts.I was then taken to a large metal frame, and my arms and legs tied up, leaving me helpless. Then one of them picked up a 2" wide leather strap, and the other a cat-o-nine-tails. With one behind me, and one in front they began whipping me. Dropping the skimpy material to the floor, arching her back, slipping her hands behind her neck, she spreads her knees as she slips up across his thighs, practically tiptoeing in her stiletto heels. Glancing down across her own naked body, glancing back toward his face, again with her girlish voice she asks. ?Well?... Better naked?... Like my bare pussy?? Smiling, glancing from her firm melon sized breasts to down between her spread thighs, her smoothly shaven pubic mound. ”When we finished our meal, we walked back to the house in the light rain that had started, and decided on a sauna before bed. I put up the ‘Weekend Rules’ sign and we went in to sit on the benches and let the steam and heat work out the tensions of the week.“I have a question about the wedding,” Jessica said. “How are we going to do the first dance?”“All three of us; it has to be,” Kara said. “But I have no clue how that would work.”“Let me talk to Jorge,” I said. “He’s actually taken dance.