I wasn’t able to accomplish what I wanted to do,yet didn’t feel bad about it, meaning I never had the chance to tellher to fuck off. She ...ad beaten me to it.Susan finally got off me, awkwardly. I caught a glimpse of her darkbrown hairy pussy before she pulled down her skirt. She picked up hershirt and put it on, letting it hang open since half the buttons weremissing. She pushed her hair back from her face, which was slick withsweat, and she smiled at me. Of course I zipped up. I feel like Jennifer Beals from that 80s movie, Flashdance, only I’m dripping with baby oil, and when I tell you this, it brings the drunk giggles on again. Kneeling beside me you begin rubbing the oil into my chest, working your way down my torso, and I’m so yours. All I can do is kneel there, panting, quivering, dripping, while your hands touch every part of me and coat me with the smooth, slick oil. I concentrate like mad on the Twister mat, on those bright primary colors as you massage. 'Ok,we'll give it a try but if it's not working by the time we go,you'll leave.''Of course. Do you mind if I sit with Sherry for a while tolearn the job?'Heather smiled. 'No, not at all, that's a good idea.' She walkedaway and we watched her go before we hugged.'Thanks so much, Liz,' Angela said. 'That was quick thinking.''I did it for myself,' I winked, 'I'll need a friend on the tourto help me get by, someone to help me with my corset. But, hangon, won't the Soviet's know you, have a file on. ?You’ll clean that bowl edge to edge or there’s no lunch or supper for you. Understood?? ?Yes Mistress Kat,? Kurt mumbled weakly. While his face was buried in the oatmeal that now smelled of pee and tried to choke it down, Kat spoke softly to him, pausing occasionally to take a sip of coffee or finish her bagel. ?Today I’m going to torture you slave. I’ve got the whole day booked for it,? she almost giggled. ?In fact I’m pretty sure that any uh, remaining will or.