Robyn was seated in the rear of an inn’s common room, seeing and treating the various ailments brought to her by a procession of ill and injured fro... the town and its surroundings. She, Miriam, and Les had spent the past six weeks moving from town to town with Robyn holding ‘healing’ sessions at inns and, occasionally, taverns.Les and Miriam had become very adroit at spotting impending trouble and positioning themselves to address it. Their skills, coupled with Robyn’s surprising willingness to. Jeanne had explained that they were going to need a good bit more work, since the chorus was girls-only. So the girls, with some significant exceptions, according to Jeanne, like I-knew-who, already knew how to sing. They only needed to learn the play. The boys needed to learn to sing as well. That, she claimed, simply made it even more imperative that the girls in the play, such as, for example, Jill, treated their rehearsals with more seriousness.I could tell that the rift bothered Tanya. She. Things about her. I smiled at her and she smiled back, winking. She looked incredible. Mom wore her sexiest dressing gown and robe. It was a sheer black nightgown with spaghetti straps that laced up the front, pulling her tits together loosely and displaying most of her luscious cleavage. Mom's tits were much bigger than Cyndi's but were firm and round with nice nipples. Mom aged so well I couldn't believe it. The gown was complete lace in front so the clear outline of Mom's breasts showed,. She was stumbling for words in her mind. "I use it to please myself, Sir." "How often do you use it?" Again her mind was swirling, looking for answers. "Only when I have a need, Sir." "What type of need would that be," he asked curiously. She could barely breath. Was she going to have to explain every detail to him? "It makes me have an orgasm, Sir." "Do you care for it after your orgasm?" "What do you mean, Sir?" "Do you clean it?" he asked sternly. "Yes, Sir. With soap and water, Sir." With.