Finally able to move, Lizzie finished up her bath and got ready for bed. She couldn't wait to see what else she could do with her little "instagasm de...ice" over the next few days. And tomorrow was a brand new day. She was sure she would be able to find something fun to do on a crisp autumn Sunday. Growing up in a Catholic family in Boston, Lizzie had been raised fairly religious, but had gotten in trouble a few times as a teenager for some... sinful behavior. She had once gotten caught. They both took turns feeding me their cocks until both had filled tummy with their cream and pulled me to me feet, pushing me in the direction of my bedroom sending me scurrying off with a swat on my bare ass as Paul yelled my name.Laid out on my bed was a light yellow pleated skirt, white lace g-string pouch and cropped t-shirt with “THE PARTY IS HERE!” printed across the front. I knew there was no reason to argue with Paul so stripped off my thong and stepping into the tiny g-string, I tucked. By this time I'd finished the breakfast that Maria cooked and helped clear the table. Billy and I headed outside to check out the archery stuff that had arrived. We opened the bow cases first since I didn't think I needed to check the shafts and such. The compound bows were packed five to a case. They were beautiful. The laminations of the wood were only covered with a clear coating like polyurethane. Each was labeled with the pull strength. They were anywhere from 25 lb to 85 lb. I didn't have. Jeremy and I would go to lunch every so often but, since they installedthe coffee bar, hadn't left for coffee. That he was asking me to goleft me concerned.We went down to the Starbucks. Jeremy looked around and, once hedetermined that no one was there, pulled out a sheaf of papers from hispocket. "Logan's Run mean anything to you, Kelly?"My jaw dropped. I had been writing a blog entitled "Logan's Run - TheOnly Thing You Can't Have in the Ad World is the Total Pleasure of Your40th.