After the wake I sat on the sofa with both these women sobbing their hearts out on my shoulders. Betty, the mother who lived with Mary and her family,...soon left to lie on her bed leaving the pair of us alone.I sat for hours holding Mary as she wrecked her body in tears. It was wintertime and soon it was bitter cold even within the house. I picked Mary up and carried her to her bedroom and laid her fully clothed on the top and pulled the quilt over her. But she reached up and pulled me down to. I pull back and thrust in again, another fart sound as she queefs again. "You're so fucking gross," I laugh, pulling back and thrusting again, but only a soft squeak escapes this time. Disappointed, I pull out completely, back up a few inches, then slam back in. A short but louder sound, juicy, a wet squelching sound. Back out, slam in again, a longer squeaky fart from her used hole. This is so fun. I try different angles and speed, trying out different disgusting pussy farts, until her vagina. ?It had been alucky day when Jenny had chosen her as her trainer at the gym. It quicklybecame apparent to each of them that they enjoyed the same thing: young,submissive, female flesh. It had become kind of a game, sharing theirconquests, seeing how far each of them could push the little cum-sluts. Elizabeth was just the latest in a long line of Jenny's toys, but, for allthat, a particularly young and beautiful one, and, according to Jenny, an truemasochist.?The first thingshe had done when. “Ms. Sloane, I’m thinking of having my shirts monogramed. Spiffy, no?”“No.”“Huh?”What’s wrong with Bertram Owen Osgood Brewster?She handed me a pen, “Write the monogram out, Birdie.”Done. I gave it the double-o, and it took but a mo, “Oh.”“Birdie, Ms. Lane asked me to bring you up to speed on Gibraltar Soup.”Huh? I’d been Assistant Account Exec on Gibraltar far longer than Ms. Sloane had even been at BB.“What’s the primary goal of our Gibraltar Soup campaign?”“Sell more soup!” Easy one.Ms..