Sarah closed and locked the door behind them and looked right through Gails eyes. Gail, this is where your life changes. Take off your shirt! Gail hes...tated a little, and began stammering, without missing a beat, Sarah reached out and slapped Gail across the face. I said take it off! Gail, knowing now that Sarah was not messing around, reached up to rub her stinging face, then down to pull her shirt over her head. Now the bra! said Sarah. Not willing to argue anymore, or get slapped again, Gail. When I walked out of the bathroom, Amanda was waiting for me, well-oiled and still wearing the G-string, sort of hanging on the bed post.“Got a hot date tonight,” she asked.“I thought I’d show Kayla playing the cello. Is that hot enough?”“You won’t last long,” she said and stroked the bedpost. “I can help with that, if you like.”“Where’s Kayla?”“She’s in the shower. Plow me now, you’ll last longer for Kayla and I’ll sleep better tonight. Win/win.” I paused to consider. “Make me happy now and. “All those charity balls and parties with ‘the elite.’ This is where you get most of your work as Contessa done.”“I’ve stopped wars over the course of a dance, yes.” Came her reply in the same language. “And just for you, Troilus, I fight the urge to tell genocidal maniacs to drive off a cliff on their way home. The ones who are stupid enough to come near me themselves.”“If I haven’t actually said the words, Helen; I apologize for saying that Propappou wouldn’t be proud of how you got where you. I pulled down her thong and she was there ready for a fuck. I inserted a finger in her pussy and she woke up with a start. Also visibly still drunk enough she was shocked. To see herself bottom nude, with her good friend fingering her sent her into panic mode. She pushed me away, slapped me and then tried to cover the front with her hands and said, “ Kabir! No. I took to her and gave her a big kiss on her face. It almost instantaneously melted her down. The alcohol apparently had made her horny.