At the DQ, I went inside to let KK know I was there. She made a milk shake for me, "Here, drink this, you are going to need it!" "Be with you in a few..." Damn, every time I am around her, I have a perpetual hard on. And, her comment did not help. Soon, she was off. We got into her car and headed to her house. "I need to get a shower and change," she said, "And you can wash my back." I must have looked stunned, didn't respond. "It's ok, my mother will be at work, she is a RN, works weekends,. We serve the Gods and Goddesses. In their service, we serve humanity. When someone kills one of us, then humanity is harmed. We must protect ourselves for the sake of the people we would save.”John thought about that. If he had been killed then who would have saved the people that were victims of the white slavery ring. They were still tracking down some of the people who had been sold from previous abductions. While fifty victims saved from a life of sexual slavery may not sound like much, it. I used my fingers and tongue to bring her to the edge again; then again; then once more. Beads of sweat had formed on her forehead, under her nose and on her chest. Tears ran from the corners of her eyes. Eye makeup had run down under each eye, giving her a sad clown look. Lipstick had smudged around her lips. Her nose was running as a result of all her heavy breathing. I let her rest while I went back to playing with her nipples, twisting and pinching each nipple until I thought I may be. Another woman came and sat in front of her, and began to work on Emma’s feet, while a second woman began on her fingernails. The entire process took about an hour. When finished she had a pale shade of rose on perfectly shaped fingernails and toenails. Emma was led back to the room where her clothes were and told to go ahead and get dressed. As she lifted the silk and lace panties up over her clipped pussy the sensation of them rubbing against her tender skin, with no covering, made Emma.