But Roxanne, her voice trembled, she had obviously see Billy, the sisterhood's favorite boy, a retard, (Sorry if the term offends you), but Billy was ...ung like a stallion, the term a 'Babies arm holding an apple', springs to mind, Billy had provided us, which means most of the women and girls, with our own moments of sexual frustration, a pleasurable release during our 'One on one', sessions, yes we passed Billy around, like a life-like dong, none of us admitting we were using him, but we all. Finally, as the time grew near I took a round-a-bout path to approach the hillock. She was there sitting quietly playing with a flower. She was strikingly lovely like her mother. I walked up and sat down facing her.Without looking up, she said, "My mother and I had a long heart-to-heart talk late last night. I understand that you mentioned it may be necessary because of what you saw in my father's office. As it happens, you were right. I have been compromised. I did it to keep my mother from. After a moment of careful observation, I smiled. "Candles," I told him. "Smells like bee's wax and soy."Sure enough, the stairs let out onto a corridor, the theme of stone floor and bare earth walls continuing with niches every couple of feet that held thick, flickering candles to light the way."I feel like I'm in a bad B movie," I muttered as Marcus led the way. "All that's missing are the lame traps and the brainless muscle guarding the thick wooden door." Keep your sense pealed; just because. What are you trying to do, pull it off?"I'd barely put any pressure. "I'm sorry." Not a problem. Sorry I yelled. I was just hoping we'd find my erroneous zones." You mean erogenous?" That's what I said. Can you do that softer?" Not with my fingers."Joanie gave me a coy sideward glance. "You could use your mouth."I thought I saw her nipples twitch. "Oh no, I can't." Why not? Your lips will be softer. And maybe your saliva will help."Fingers or mouth, did it make any difference? I placed a nipple.