"Let's not have any more talk like that. You've got more than you can handle right here... and so do you, Arnie." He didn't answer, but sat staring in...o space. "What's up, Arnie honey? You've got something on that evil mind of yours. I can always tell."Still no sign of recognition from Arnie."What is it, Arnie? Come on, you can tell us," she persisted.Slowly, Arnie looked up from his drink, a smile of anticipation easing across his face. "I think I've got an idea," he said, "One that'll teach. She was accompanied by Myrna who wore a full length black silk cape and mortar board, a severe look of pleasure emanating from behind her stern glasses as she flexed the cane she carried. Was this to be some form of dominatrix graduation?It struck me that each and every woman was wearing black; though many had worn the same on my initiation day, today was uniformly black. Two large cars pulled up, two red lipped and stern looking women remained seated in the one vehicle, both lighting. We dabbed each-other dry and walked naked to his room, he laid me on his bed but didnt got on top this time, he stayed standing over my naked body until he lent down and planted a soft kiss on my lips and said I promised you ill make the pain go away, so now I am. He lowered his body and kneeled on the floor at the end of the bed, grabbed my legs and pulled me down until they were hanging off the edge. He put his head closer to my moist pussy and then pressed his tongue against my clit and. ” “Well Miss Sara, I told her about dinner this Friday via Text message.” “She didn't understand why I told you about her.” “I told her you and Lisa could hear us through the air ducts.” “Good thinking Jack,” she replied. “Did she handle it well?” “No, not at all Miss Sara.” “She has been worried all weekend about what you might do.” “In fact, I am supposed to call her tonight and let her know if I talk to you about it.” “Perfect, Jack.” “Call her now and tell her to come over.