The little person who reminded him of a miniature Winston Churchill moved to the table. He turned to Jason. “My name is...”His name sounded bizarr...ly, considering his recent thoughts, remotely like Winston to Jason. Jason similarly introduced himself. His headache was getting worse. Winston continued to chatter as he rapidly slotted the large crystals on the table into the board and added many seven to ten inch crystals from his case to fill further slots. Jason watched one dull very large. Connie had advised me not to give any details about where I'd be working or what I'd be doing. Old Arnold really kept at me for a while, asking questions and uttering pronouncements of doom on my future."After all, young lady, where else can a woman of your skills be assured of a nice retirement and a living wage?" he'd asked. I was sorely tempted to tell him, but on second thought I kept my mouth shut. I went to lunch after that, and when I came back Beatrice was waiting for me.She waited. She squeezed my cock."You're killing me," I groaned."Good," she said. "It took me a long time to find my way to you when I woke up. It felt like I was horny for days." She jacked on it a couple of times. "This is payback for that."I kept telling her it was time to go, but she insisted on staying the entire two hours and doing all the exercises more than she had to. They had time built into the process for just soaking, or doing something other than exercises. The only thing you couldn't do was. .. No Dawn caught herself. Fucking her s*ster would be sick, wrong and gross. No matter how horny she was she had to try and remember that. Pushing those wicked thoughts to one side Dawn just watched Faith leave, comforting herself with the knowledge she could later called the Dark Slayer to come over for a little more fun. "Faith wait, can I drop you off somewhere?" Joyce called out. Faith called back, "It's cool Mrs S, I'd prefer to walk." Of course the reason the Dark Slayer preferred the.