.. oh God... what was happening to her? She must be losing her mind! The liquor had numbed her wits to the point of stupidity! This ferocious brute co...ld, and well might, tear her to pieces if the notion took him! Somehow, she had to raise help before it was too late, before this moment of gentleness left him! But if she screamed would she be heard... and if she were, could they trace the source in time... ? Yet worse, what might her shrieking voice do to him? It wasn't as if she could scramble. She was pulled down into Harold's lap this time. I stared straight ahead. I didn't want to see what was happening in the back. I was surprised, and more than a little hopeful, to see that we seemed to be heading back to our hotel. The van did indeed park at our hotel and we all got out. In order to avoid any problems, Harold reached behind his seat and pulled out a tiny little wraparound skirt and handed it to Jenny.We went straight to our room and Harold ordered a ton of food for all five of. I was now allowed to turn and face the delicious array of stern women; each of them could summon the cream from my balls within sixty seconds.Blanche brought Myrna over to me; she swayed slightly making the black silk shimmer as she viewed me with utter contempt. Blanche smiled with satisfaction as she saw me swallow hard in awe of this naturally dominant woman who had shown me my place so thoroughly."Myrna here will officially become a member of our group today. Today of all days; which will. "Yes," Miriam said. "It reminded me of my own wedding, and of course, whyour marriage didn't work. I'm afraid Phyllis was too much woman for me." Was that it?" Mistress said. "I thought it was because you couldn't stayaway from Steven's cock." Excuse me?" You heard me, Miriam," Mistress said. "I do not stutter. But it's okay.It's all water under the bridge. All roads of our lives lead us to wherewe are today."Miriam looked as if she was going to say something. She did not. Stevenjust looked at.