So I thought I would put it to a test. If you think it’s best that Trinity leave, just say the word. She'll go, and you and I can still do whatever...you want… But if you want her to stay, you have to say so. In fact, you have to tell us what to do.”“I don't want to ruin your plans...,” I trailed off as I saw Daisy's smirk, and heard Trinity begin to laugh.“That is a total cop out,” Daisy said, “Tell us what to do or tell her to leave.”I was still a bit shocked, and I might have simply stood. I think we talked about our families. Lunch was tacos, so that was cool. I never saw any chicks, because boys and girls were separated on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but every once in a while I would think about Becky Finklestein in her Superman outfit, laughing at me. She probably just had gym muscles though, like those bodybuilders who get all jacked curling 15 pound barbells. It was probably just gym muscles, and a cheap old horseshoe and a cheap phone, because the New Beginnings center is kind. Nobody could hear me from there, inside the bathroom…The man got on his knees and pinched my nipples with his rude fingers.Then he raised and closed the bathroom door. He put his trousers downand turned his back to me. He had a nice firm ass…He took a pee in the toilette as he whistled a merry tune.Then he came back to me and grabbed me by the hair, dragging me out of the tub very rudely. When I stood on the floor, he guided me to turn around with bent neck, still pulling me by the hair. But. He froze with an appreciative stare as her voluptuous body undulated into sight, nude except for bra and panties.Frankly, Linda had to admit she enjoyed the way her husband always stared at her, as if he was seeing her for the very first time. She reached up and unhooked the bounteous white confines of her bra, then pulled it away and tossed it aside with a slightly theatrical gesture.Her enormous tits spilled free, big and pale and lush. They bobbled with almost embarrassing blatancy, their.