We didn’t talk going up the stairs. I think we were both nervous, but when we got to her door she didn’t pull her key out of her purse. She turned...to face me leaning against the door. ‘Before you go in, you’ve got to lick me.’ She thrust a hand to her blond juncture and spread herself using two fingers. I could smell her fragrance as I dropped to one knee, now heedless of any potential interruption or voyeur. I had to crouch low and crane my neck backwards to slip my tongue into her folds. I. ’ ‘Who buys your bras dear?’ Mabel asked in her forthright way. Jane felt strangely comfortable with this tiny woman with the big tits. She told Mabel that her mum still bought her bras for her. ‘Can you show me your bra please?’ Jane felt no embarrassment whatever, as she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. She stood there in front of Mabel, who looked at her from a few different angles. ‘Hmmm, your straps need adjusting, do you mind?’ Jane stood still, while Mabels fingers slipped between. So I went to Laer." Laer? As in the home of the merc guild?" Yep, that's the place. They have a training academy, the Opleidingsentrum or 'OS' that is used by the mercs to hone their skills. In my case, I went there to learn the skills in the first place."James thought back to those very tough days in the OS boot camp. He was convinced that the drill sergeant had not actually been birthed, but had reproduced by fission like all bacteria. Once through basic, he had truly enjoyed the more. You'll have to come over and talk with him sometime. Let me think. Umm, he's doing a favor for his youngest sister from about 9:30 this morning to just after lunch. Then he's got an away game of soccer which he won't get back from until dinnertime, and then he's going out with a group of people tonight. So I guess you can see him Sunday sometime, or wait until Monday at school." We could all hear the shrieks of dismay during the last sentence."No. Not over the phone. It's a very personal thing.