As Miss Butterworth got the first moans with Miss Moore’s licking, Mrs. Belle knew that she had to do the same.“Ohhhh… uhhh…. This tongue is s... good! Dear Lord”“Oh yes… hmmmpphhh… *lick* Ahhhh…. Oh fuck!”“This pussy is so wonderful… would lick it forever… hmmmmm…”Now it was Allison to feel the experienced tongue of Dolly Moore running around her pussy, touching and playing with her clitoris, tasting her outer lips and making her cream with her action. She always thought a woman like her. “I heard that crap two weeks ago.” I asked softly, “How much does he owe you?” The big man with no name said gently, “He owes me 12 grand baby.” My heart sank. 12,000 dollars. We couldn’t come up with that much money if our lives depended on it. Maybe our lives did depend on it. The big man said looking directly at me, “Sorry baby, but he used you as a guarantee for the money.” “I don’t have that kind of money!” I screamed at him. “Well, but you have something that will sell for that kind. I am here for you and I’ll always be here for you. I love you.’ She then rejoined the family in the waiting room. When the exam was completed the MRI techs got Scott back into his wheelchair and the family, as well as Katelin, spent the remainder of the afternoon together. Later, after mom, dad and Robin had left for the evening Scott and Katelin had a long conversation lasting well into the night. The next morning after Scott had his breakfast and received a shave and a sponge bath by another. For her part, she didn't look surprised to see me there, and I realized who it must be - "Hi, you must be Lisa", I said. She smiled, strode over to where I was sitting and offered her hand "Yes, and you must be Mr. 'Rain'" and we shook hands. "Call me 'Gentle' - 'Mr" makes me feel like a schoolteacher." She just smiled, and said "Happy to meet you", and letting go of my hands, said "Let me put some things away", picking up her bags and headed up the stairs. I offered to help, but she said.