I got up and shook Dr. Malek’s hand and proceeded to the door. “James” Dr. Malek called out as I opened the door. “Wassup Doc?” I asked as...I turned around.“Don’t hurt Brittany” she said without looking at me as she was typing on her computer.“What do you mean, Doc?”“That’s all James, have a good day and I will see you next week”I chuckled to myself as I closed the door to her office. How could she know about Brittany and me? Did she notice the bulge in my pants when I walked into her. Lola was absolutely soaking wet. The fact that she was practically gushing empowered me further as I drove my fingers back and forth, all the while keeping my tongue firmly pressed against her clit. Her whimpers and moans were getting louder and I felt her body lurch as Gretchen grabbed her bra and tore it off as Luis mounted her from behind. From Gretchen's position, it put her directly over Lola's breasts as she took a nipple directly between her lips. It was hard to gauge, but I had to guess. Ernie picks up the phone in one hand and the printout of the IDs in the other. In a moment the number he dials is ringing and answered. He says, “Dave, it’s Ernie Wells, there’s been an incident here at home and I want some advice on how you may want to handle it.” He goes on to explain the confrontation before he gives the names of those involved. Alice is frowning while he talks on the phone because she can’t work out what he’s up to. Ernie finishes with, “I’d like you to organise a few extra. I’ll see what they have to say.”“Fara,” Phyllis went on. She could tell by the way her daughter looked that she wasn’t happy with the idea. “What’s the problem with that?”“Oh, you know how it is with New Opportunity. It’s a Government thing; none of the girls think New Order is cool. And all the leaders, they’re all so – well, dykey.”“Fara!” It wasn’t so much that Phyllis disagreed with her daughter, but it just wasn’t the sort of thing you said about Party organisations. “And what if they are?.