We waved until the door was shut.“God, I am so tired, I could fall asleep standing up. My arm hurts, and my fingers hurt; but my back felt so good t...day; thank you Sarah. Mom, I love you, thank you for taking me to get new pants, last June. Kalista, thank you for being the first person I saw, the day Brian and I first met the McArthurs, and Claire; thank you for being the beautiful red-headed enchantress, at my first Cotillion. Now ... I think I need to go to sleep.”I had to be helped to the. ”“But what? There should be nothing else to stop you giving us your blessing. I love her and she loves me and that should be all that is important!”“The council?”“You have been the head of the council for more than a decade now, and they have always followed your lead. What you say has always been the way of things – so what has changed that I don’t know about?”“I am vulnerable.”“You think the council would try to take advantage of your illness? Why would they do that? I always thought that. I unzipped my skirt and wiggled my hips as pushed it down my hips bent over as it went down my toned thighs. It fell to the floor. My plain white cotton knickers had a big damp spot. I put my thumbs on each hip and peeled them from my body. I could feel them sticking to my wet pussy lips. Mmmmm I heard a moan. I stepped forward and put the little nightie on. I realised I was looking at the floor. "Look up Slut. See I what I have for you" I looked up the girl stood there with a big grin on her. “OK, I’ll meet them” she said hesitantly.A few days later, she was riding an elevator up to the fourth floor of a slightly rundown apartment block in an unfashionable part of town, not far from where she lived. She rang the bell on number 46. A middle aged, slightly overweight, but well dressed woman answered the door.“Hi, you must be Anastasia, do come in, I’m Linda” she said with a friendly smile. Inside, the apartment was small, warm and cosily furnished with several chairs, a table and a.