Jasmin cracked a smiled and frowned. “I beg yourpardon?” Morgane swallowed, then shoved a finger in her mouthto dislodge a beetle leg stu...k between her teeth. “Sorry.I said I loved everything about them—the Amazons. Theirtraining, their hunting, their way of life. I misss itsometimes; it’d be nice to go back for awhile.” “I thought they hated men,” noted Jasmin with aslight smile and a sideways glance at me. Morgane caught the look and grinned. Resting her head on my shoulders, I heard her almost sultry voice echo across the room as she dictated: “Well, well, well. Looks like I’ve got another toy to play with. I was getting ever so-” I interrupted.“T-toy? Who are you, what is this place?” That was the first of many mistakes I would make that night. She slapped me hard across the face, her long, sharp, polished nails digging in to my cheeks.“You will learn, toy, not to interrupt me. Now, as I was saying, I was getting rather tired of. One Saturday night Don called and asked me to come over andwatch the house for the rest of the weekend so they could go to Windover,Nevada and gamble.Once they left, I went right to the bathroom to do what I could hardly waitto do. I stripped down naked and went to the hamper and to my surprise Ifound a pair of Don's underwear right on top of the pile. What made myheart pound was that this particular pair was clean EXCEPT that Don hadshot a huge load of cum in the front of this pair. That. She knew hedid not want to look but could not take his eyes off of her.Jazz could tell the boy was a little hesitant about doing what hewanted, to join her on the dancefloor. They made eye contact again andinstinctively her gaze became a come hither one. Then as natural as afemale as she felt right then Jazz used one finger to motion that boy tocome to her. His friends then jokingly pushed him to towards her. Thatboy needed no more prodding. He got on the dance floor and boogied thenight away.