"Donna got that look on her face. She lived for arguments based on logic. (Sometimes, we called her Spock, though usually not to her face.) She took a...deep breath as she marshaled her thoughts and began to enumerate. That deep breath did marvelous things to her tanned cleavage. "First of all, men's breasts are non-functional; they don't produce milk," she started to tick them off on her fingers, but I interrupted."Neither do yours, right now. And besides, when a woman is breastfeeding, it is. What are you having?"Her efficiency and matter-of-fact manner appealed to me. It also made me a little uncomfortable."Breakfast, I think. I rarely eat breakfast. The idea appeals to me." Me, too," she smiled. "That's what I'm having, too."While we waited for our orders to come out, I found myself staring at this dark-haired beauty."What are the chances, do you suppose?" I asked her."The chances of what?" The two of us, being on the same road, open to a little flirtation, willing to take a. "Because my body is a lot better equipped to fight." Is he the Devil?" Janet asked Magdalena's grandmother."Puede ser." He could be." Magdalena didn't take her eyes off me."Pero el Diablo era un angel." The Devil was an angel," Janet guessed.The old woman nodded."Esa no lo va ayudar." The old woman said, pointing her chin at Bailey. "Si esta a su lado, no le importa lo de mas."Janet looked at Bailey."I'm not going to help him choose," Bailey said. "Demon or Saint, I don't care as long I'm with. ..is locked away in chastity, and we have the key." With that sheflaunted the key that was on a chain around her neck."The question is what are you going to do for us to get it back," quippedRachel and evil grin on her lips.My heart flipped, were these two beautiful women intending to be myMistresses.....my key holders. My cocklette twitched at the thoughtcausing them both to chuckle."Don't get any sick ideas that we want to be your Mistresses," growledSamantha."Nothing could be further from.