.. he was kind of interested in that, too,"Brenda said. "So ya, we've been having all kinds of fun." Brendashifted in her chair and sexily crossed h...r legs. "I like being'mistress Brenda'," she said with an evil chuckle."So what do you have him doing, 'mistress'?" Cathleen asked with agiggle."Anything I want." Anything?"Brenda had an idea. "Want to see?" she asked.Cathleen flicked her eyebrows "yes".Brenda reached into her bag and took out a small laptop. It sprung tolife when she opened. She pulled my shorts and underwear down and stared at my penis, which was feeling very strange. She squatted lower and put the tip in her mouth. I stared in amazement. Her head started to move up and down, taking in more of my penis. After a while she pulled her head back, holding my penis in her hand and asked, “Are you having fun?” I nodded yes. “You know you can play with me if you like.” I nodded again. She began to move her mouth faster on my penis and I got back that strange feeling. ”“On THAT we are in complete agreement,” I said firmly.“Good,” Jolene said, sounding relieved. “Then I can deal with her.”“But the other issue?” I asked.“I don’t know that there is anything anyone can do.”“And you’re going to give up just like that?” I asked. “You’re going to throw away your black belt?”“If I can’t advance, why bother?”“Whose approval should you be seeking? Sensei Jim’s? Mine? Or your own?”“Who do you think? Sensei Jim’s, of course!”“Then you’re doing it wrong,” I replied. We’d made our right turn.I grabbed the handle built into the frame above my door as well as the handle on the back of Michael’s seat. Greta had been holding on all along. Now I understood why she cast her spells and checked her gear before we left. She wouldn’t be able to concentrate on that during the ride.I looked up to the front windshield when we turned left. Not only were we passing cars and trucks like they were sitting still, but we were passing THROUGH them too. Somehow, the Suburban.