-----------------------------------Chapter 7I don’t know just how long I stood staring at that damn thing, but my legs started aching, so I figured ...t must have been a considerable length.I couldn’t process my thoughts well. And, yes, I wanted a drink. There was one thing about me, though; I could fast between drinks for days—even weeks—if needed. I had that much capacity, courage, and conviction. The toughest part was rallying my persistence against the onslaught of the need. I had to use. It was obvious that Pippa and Fiona knew each other very well and both were excited to try out the scenario. So, after chatting for a while, we all agreed we wanted to proceed. They wanted to get changed and I showed them into my spare room. I then pointed at the office door, which was closed at the time.“You will knock on that door at five o’clock, once you enter the room you will be treated like the naughty girls you wish to be. It would not be in your best interests to be late.”I could. So peaceful. So warm. She loved this time of the evening. Her skin was warm to touch. She had spent the day poolside. A ‘Shay Day.’ She was wearing a lavender bikini, what there was of it. Her tanned breast were covered just enough to be suspicious. The valley between her breast glistened of oil and perspiration and the area around her was filled with the scent of Jasmine. The bottoms to her suit was so low, she had to be shaved. She had a long sheer scarf tied in a knot loosely hanging on her. I reached down and picked her up, carried her to my bedroom, and placed her on my bed. She had stopped crying and said, I want to get even, Bill, help me get even. I agreed to, and removed her top and swim suit bottom. I took my shorts down and crawled up on the bed, looking at her big tits and chubby stomach. I kissed the tits, then began to move down her belly, kissing her tenderly. I reached the top of her slit, then darted my tongue into her cunt. She reacted with apparent great.