.kinda...that is, I need to...well, I'd *like* to askyou some questions about what boys think okay?" When Jeanwas uncertain of herself, she often plac...d an interrogatoryinflection on the last part of her sentences as if to say,"You know?" Only if you share with me...tit for tat, girl. I'lltell you things what you wanna know -- if you tell me what Iwanna know...and no mincing around either. Fair?" It wasalways better to establish the rules of engagement withJean. More often, she was willing to. Paul had said so. It was time that she made that clear but how would she do that?Paul sat down at the table, Betty and Jennifer went to select his food. Jennifer was feeling somewhat confused. On one hand, she loved Betty as her slave sister and could not imagine her leaving the triad but, on the other hand, she wanted Paul to acknowledge, and more importantly, make her feel her place as First Girl. Should she talk with Betty, Paul, or both of them together?The girls returned with the food and. Slutkitten was naked between her legs, licking gently at Fucktwat's pussy, as she had been doing all night. Slutkitten had slept all yesterday in preparation, so she could stay awake to service Fucktwat and then attend the wedding. Her tongue had kept Fucktwat devastatingly aroused without allowing her to orgasm. Fucktwat's arms and legs were strapped spreadeagled to the corners of the bed to stop her from pulling Slutkitten's face against her cunt and grinding it there until she orgasmed. . We walked down a short corridor and down a small flight of steps and around a corner. As I rounded the corner I could see lined up along the wall a row of coloured gas cylinders, on the top of each cylinder was a plastic ring that stated “Full” or “Empty”. We walked past these then turned into a small room with another desk behind which was another nurse though this time she was much younger looking.My mother handed the nurse the card she had been given at the main reception, and the nurse.