As long as I lived I was going to run this place with an iron hand if I needed to.We tabled the discussion, sort of, and found places around the table...for our food. It was delicious of course and it made me remember something we'd discussed before."Jane, do you still think you'd like to have a big dining hall to feed everybody?" I asked, after we'd mostly finished our meal."Yes, but it would take a lot more people to do the work now. No matter how much equipment we can get it still requires. My two nurses have to help you to the table as you are barely able to stand by yourself, each of them hold an arm around your slutslim waist and hands on your filthbuttocks, groping them as you are gently slumped down on the couch! I take up a thick hospital journal and read out loud:"Tang, aka The Cumwhore SpunkStrumpet, suffering from a severe case of Spunkemia and Fuckcess. If her fuckholes aren't filled with cockmeat and shagcum on a daily basis this can have detrimental effects on her. She moved closer, he could smell her perfume, a heavymusky scent. She removed her hand from his thigh andmoved it up to rest on his shoulder, she squeezedagain, then her hand slid along to the back of hisneck, she pulled the short hairs there, making his skinpop up in goose pimples.“I don’t know what I want, I just know I feel like I’mmissing out on the mystery and everyone else knows theanswer. I feel like I’m being pulled in two differentdirections,” he said.Her. “I am,” he replied.As he approached the bed I slipped my hand down the front of my panties and beckoned him forward. My knees were in the air, and my legs were nicely parted, but I wanted his discovery of my womanhood to be an unforgettable moment. When I raised my hips and invited him to take my panties off, I left my hand where it was to keep it covered until I was ready for his tongue.Luke seemed to understand what I was doing, and for a few seconds he just knelt between my legs looking at.