It was always something. She kept me busy but I enjoyed the association with her and her friends. Like most little girls, she had her share of problem... and whenever they really got to her, she would come and lay down with her head on my shoulder and cry. I was usually able to come up with some solution that eased her pain. At the very least I offered her comfort. I really miss those days. As time marched on the rift between her and my wife got bigger and bigger until finally, there was no. Bob led Linda to an unoccupied table and they both sat down.After a couple of minutes a waitress came over to their table and asked them if they wanted something to drink. The waitress was only wearing an apron, otherwise she was nude. It was permitted for the club members to touch and fondle the waitresses, but for the moment Bob just ordered drinks for himself and Linda. He wanted to observe for a little while and see what was happening.With the newness of the place and getting used to it,. ”He tucks my hair behind my ear and leans in for a kiss. His lips envelope mine, and his tongue slips into my mouth. My tongue tangles with his. His stubble tickles my face, and I run my fingers through his damp hair. I can tell that he washed my taste out of his mouth. I can’t blame him. I can’t leave any trace. He’ll probably go him and kiss his wife. I try to push this thought out of my head as he continues to kiss me like there’s no one else. When he finally steps away, I force a smile.. Good job Mummy wasn't with me, as I found itmuch easier to spill some while standing. Even to push the scoop up myarse was easier to force a little out while standing. Well he got quite ascoop full of my poops anyway, made up for the lack of urine. Wonder whathe'll do with them I thought on my way back to hand over my offering.Without going on, he then took a few samples of my blood, of my saliva,putting them away with the little bottles of goodies. Next using a torchand little spoon thing to.