Finding no gift tag, he presses his hands over my bowed back and massages. I moan into the gag at the strength of his touch, the power of a firm gropi...g hand.A kiss on my cheek below the gag surprises me. The tongue on my neck makes me whimper. He’s so smooth and soft against my back as if he’d just shaved. His hungry mouth explores my sides as if he needs his teeth and lips to understand my body’s position. Sweet tickling torture when he nibbles my ass, licks between my spread thighs.The lube. I then made a trail of the strawberries and inserted two inside her hot wet box. Jenny shoved me aside and buried her face in Candy’s whipped cream covered mound. She sucked a strawberry out and showed it to us before she ate it. She lapped at Candy for a while then snaked a finger inside her slippery pussy and found the second strawberry. Jenny fed that to Candy who gobbled it down and licked Jenny’s fingers clean too. I pulled out the chocolate syrup and shoved Jenny down on her back. I. So they stayed with me. We’d get them tickets so they’d arrive on a Monday, have their appointment with me on the following weekend, and then leave the following Monday.’ ‘Were they expected to do anything in particular in Portland during that week?’ ‘No, nothing. But what most of them did when they weren’t seeing the local sights, was to hang out with me when I was home. Lots of good memories. At the clinic, a standard Tuesday question when I came in was ‘who’s the Russian of the week?” . That seemed to be the connection to Jon. The choir had members of both schools. In Jon’s case his interest was in an easy way to get a grade and troll for girls. That boy was going to be in for trouble. He had no direction except to have fun. He was way to much like I had been for me to be comfortable with it. It was also hard for me to try to crack down on his teenage life style, since I had done the same things and for the same reasons.Effie stood after dinner and said, “Well I’m going.