’ We were meeting in the Main Conference Room, and it was 2:00pm. The Chief was presiding, me at the other end of the table, with Cindy Ross, Wes Ma...ters, Teresa Croyle, Della Harlow, Myron Milton, and J.R. Barnes in attendance. ‘He was student at the University, about to start his third year though he had Senior hours already.’ said Myron. ‘He had a 3.4 grade point average, double-majoring in African-American Studies and Management. Member of the Black Student Union, Alpha Kappa Psi. He got on the freeway for a few miles then took an exit, made half a dozen turns and finally pulled into a strip mall dominated by a tattoo shop. Their whole trip had been taken with neither of them saying much, lost in their own thoughts.“Won’t you be jealous, sir?” Mrs. Waxerman asked as he shut his Cadillac off. This had been the overriding thought on her mind. Scripture had replayed over and over in her head. Her God was a jealous God. Her husband to be, a Christian man, should be a jealous. On page 14 I sawSaggy's picture, he was being honored for being the Philanthropist of theYear. Now that really irritated me!The ride back from NY was uneventful, but the more I thought about mysituation the more pissed I became. While the fun of living enfemme wascertainly not wearing thin, the restrictions on my freedom were. And thenthere was Saggy being enshrined in some pantheon of philanthropy insteadbeing incarcerated in a penitentiary. It all added up the same, in somestrange way I was. I’m feeling so nasty today and I want to taste your cunt.” Babs just laughed. “Looks like you’ve got enough going on to keep you busy, but I could do with a good licking. So fuck it, why not?” At that she started to strip. She had on the matching thong from Niki’s bikini top and a T-shirt with obviously no bra on underneath, as her large titties were moving freely under her shirt and the friction of her shirt on her nipples had made them stand to attention. I noticed quite a wet patch on.