Your grandfather's orders." My grandfather is okay with this?" He told us to do it, Miss." Clarice," Dennis said evenly."What, cousin?" I wasn't there... but your brother killed my mother. My father shot him before that, but that didn't stop him. Then Dwight went on to kill someone else. Then Miss Kennedy waded in and finished it ... and Dwight. You have to understand, that if it was up to me, I'd piss on your brother's grave?"Clarice recoiled, startled. "Dwight? Hurt Aunt Cynthia? I don't. Eleven was Art.As her turn arrived, each girl was to run to the washroom immediately after class and, once inside, strip naked and toss her clothes into the waste bin. Then go to the toilet stall farthest from her ditched clothes. Inside the stall she had to proceed to shave her pussy mound ( she could use water from the toilet, if needed. But like, eewyew! )Once shaved smooth, she was to use the sex toy in whatever fashion she liked as long as it resulted in vaginal fluid flow which could. We got our drinks and sipped at them while we walked the casino floor. We made casual small talk, never venturing too much by way of questions or responses. The electricity between us was startling, and I couldn’t wait to see where this was headed. We found a couple of chairs and a cocktail table and sat down. She pulled her chair quite near to mine and placed a hand casually on my thigh. I kept my cool and smiled at her equally casually. “So, Jay,” Desiree purred, “what’s a guy like you doing. .. hmmm... interesting."I polished off the last of the eggs and sausage, pushed my plate away and leaned back considering the busy day ahead. Just then the phone rang. Bridget picked it up and after a brief conversation said, "It's a little noisy here at the moment dear. Hang on a moment and I'll pick up on the bedroom extension."Laying the phone down on the desk, she excused herself and went to the other room. When she returned she announced, "It's on for this evening. Marianne said they had.