Eventually she returned to her bedroom, dressed in her professional knee length skirt and simple blouse and left for work, never even giving the packa...e a cursory glance.It wasn't until a slightly younger oriental-looking woman, with long straight raven black hair came back home from her morning job at a local coffee shop. She was much more curious and examined the package and shook it. It had something long with some heft that moved around inside but wasn't heavy. She set the package back. "Wash me, then I'll do you." she said casually, as if asking a friend to help put her hair up.I took the bar of soap and she leaned against the shower wall. I started on the shoulders and neck, making sure not to miss anything, and moved a little lower to her chest, and I washed her tits, making sure to wash and take extra time with the nipples, to which she moaned in approval of. I moved down and washed her wonderfully flat stomach. I cleaned all around the the top of her tan lines. I. She honestly had no idea.Bill helped Debbie clean up a little before bed. "There's just about enough wine left for two glasses," she said, "we might as well finish it off." They emptied the bottle and sat on the couch in the living room to relax."You set me up tonight you bastard," said Debbie looking at her wine glass.Bill couldn't tell if she was angry or not, so he just asked, "Did it work?" I sure hope your plan is a good one, because I want that cocksucker's head on a stick," she said. I wanted it so badly because I know it will give me a step up in getting into the Air Force or the Navy and get one of those schools where I can learn a real skill. I really don’t want to go into the Army or the Marines where I will be mostly a trigger puller and order follower like some robot without brains. Don’t misunderstand me, I respect those services just as much, it is just a dead-end road when you get out after three or four years and have to face a lot more years of reserves when you.