I guess we’ll have to ask her?’ ‘Ask Anne? Just like that?’ ‘Got a better idea?’ Since Stan didn’t, he kept silent. He just wasn’t sur... he wanted to ask a bald question like that of Anne. Later that morning Stan went to see Anne. He found her busy at work as usual, along with her staff. ‘Hi Anne! How are you today?’ Anne turned to look at him. Her eyes were bloodshot and she had dark circles around her eyes. She looked sallow, drained, but there was a fire in the core that was not only hot,. “Listen carefully Susan. Today is Tuesday. This Friday night you will be my guest. Give me your email address and I will send you detailed instructions on Friday morning.” Susan responded, “I don’t know what my husband is doing. I’ll have to see if I can make it work.” “Susan, please don’t take this wrong, but that’s your problem. You will follow instructions or you won’t. It’s completely up to you. Let’s go. I’ll walk you out to your car.” Bill stood and held out his hand. Susan said nothing. Much. Fun.I mean, yes, the "Party Cave" was furnished and stocked, equipped with all the necessary amenities because it served as a location for social events such as this one quite frequently, so while there was still plenty of natural cave-ness to it, it wasn’t exactly a dirty hole in the ground and the likelihood of encountering Balrogs was, frankly, very small. There were natural pools full of crystal clear mountain water that painted shivering bands of reflected and refracted light onto. Cheryl’s mind began to race. She wasn’t sure she wasready for all of this but she really didn’t know how togo about stopping it. The idea of having sex was bothexciting and frightening, the idea of doing what theother girls she had seen doing, sucking on guy’s cockswith their mouths, was terrifying. Her thoughts wereinterrupted when she felt Billy grab her hand and urgeher to the floor below. As she slid from the couch, theother guy who had .