She felt the girl move slightly under her and she pulled away slowly, the girl's breaths coming faster. "Do you want my mouth on you?" she asked her,...her hand moving down to cup her. "Yes, Mistress," the girl whispered. "Where do you want my mouth?" The girl bit her lip, "Wherever pleases you, Mistress." She shook her head. Another standard answer. "Answer the question," she said slowly, pinching her other nipple. The girl gasped softly, "On my breasts, between my legs Mistress." Her cheeks. "Hell, Bill. I'm sorry! I overreacted there for a second. I can take a little joke as well as the next guy. I'll just go find some dry stuff to put on and have a drink with you when I come back."The group parted to let Jack through. The silence was deafening. Then Betty Lang broke the quiet."Holy shit!" was all she said as she watched Jack disappear into the house.Suddenly Grace was occupying the spot Jack had just vacated. Her color was still a little off, but she appeared to be getting warm,. He read it and looked up."Cynthia and Roger Denison. Mr Davis wants to speak to you."The two exchanged glances, nodded, and went to the door.Cynthia asked, "You think this is the enforcers?" Maybe not. This might be over the resistance movement."It turned out that Roger was correct. As soon as they entered Mr Davis' office, without even greeting them, he began questioning them."I see that both of you are still failing to participate in the Program and learned this morning that yesterday you. One morning as I was walking I ran into one of our friends from church. I've known Cindy for a lot of years. Her kids were a couple of years behind mine in school. All our kids grew up together and were all good friends. She had a son who lived in town and a daughter who lived in Florida.She divorced her first husband many years ago. He was an alcoholic, big time. His parents were business owners and on the wealthy side. Cindy was one of the more popular girls in her high school, very good.