I hadn’t actually seen much of thevenue, guests or our hosts. As soon as we’d got hereI’d been bustled into the dungeon-cum-garage, ...ivestedof my coat and locked in the cage which was thencovered in its darkened shroud. From the sounds of itthere was a fairly � excuse the pun � swinging partygoing on in the main house adjacent. Mistress Cassandra had told me a little about it; she’dcome across these apparently regular parties via goodold internet dating, we’d both. "Shawna just looked at Courtney in shock, as Courtney pulled the pancakes out of the pan and stacked them on a plate. When she had enough, she carried the plate to the table, and sat down across from Shawna."You must have had no childhood," Shawna said finally."What figure skater does? But I had less than most. I have no friends. No boyfriend. I have skating, that's it." And you don't particularly like skating." It's a job," she shrugged. "That's how I look at it."That's when Shawna realized. When I opened the front door, Lynn came walking in, giving me a kiss, with Ryan and the guys in tow. She led them to the ballroom where they dropped off their guitars, horns and basses, with me following. Once in the ballroom, I gave my good friend a hug.“Ryan did you get a good night’s sleep?” I asked.“Paul, I hope you really are rich because that many rooms for these guys, at a hotel that nice, is gonna be expensive.”“Ryan, look at this house, it won’t be a problem. Y’all hungry?”A general. "Randy does have the neatest car and he kisses lots better than Fred."Just the mention of the word made Gayle think of how her dog had licked her cunt. It was a terrible secret. Something she could never tell a living soul. But thinking of how it had made her feel caused her cunt to throb. She became conscious of her older sister staring at her."You had the darnedest look on your face," Cindy said, slitting her eyes. "What were you thinking about?" Oh... nothing." No, let me guess. You were.