Inside she saw a thick stock paper card with some embossingon it.Pulling out the stiff elegant card, she turned it around to read whathad been written...in calligraphy. It read, "Sophia, you are cordiallyinvited to a 3:30 pm meeting on Saturday at the exclusive SisterhoodClub. Please do not inform your husband of this invitation nor revealto him our club's address."At the bottom of the invitation was an address that led to a tower inmidtown. Sophia had never heard of the Sisterhood Club before. It felt good. My AF had been about an 8 before this had happened, but I was so scared when it did start that it went down. Now it was going back up.Some sort of oil was dripped all over me and the caressing felt good; so good that I started cumming. The caressing continued as I arched my back and screamed. I dropped back onto the ‘X’ and started shaking and moaning. I looked round and saw one of the big television screens. There must have been a camera focused on my pussy, it filled the. As I held her hand my girlfriend just looked into my eyes she was getting flushed. The next thing that happened was incredible. The doctor then told my girlfriend that she was going to manually check her which is when they insert fingers into the vagina to feel for anything out of the ordinary.When she inserted her fingers my girlfriend’s body started to spasm, and having experienced that spasm many times before, I knew what it meant. She was having an orgasm. She squeezed my hand very hard.. Mandy wasn't cowed at all."Oh, I don't know. I think Mom would approve of a nice, tasteful little tattoo. What kind do you think would look good on me?"Bob, like many men, was fighting a losing battle and didn't even know it. Her question was so normal sounding that he reacted normally."Where?" he asked."Where Professor Simpson has hers, of course," said Mandy sweetly. "She's a respectable adult, after all." I told you, I didn't see hers." If the truth were told, Bob had been so busy looking at.