”“Yes, God Empress Hellcat.” I replied. I looked out. Zoë was waving with both hands in a pick me pick me kinda way. I looked past her. I looke... to Pat. She was looking at the blonde in the back too. I wasn’t going to let her get both cheerleaders. “Renée, you’re up.”“What?” The blonde hurried through the slalom of naked girls and ran up to me. “I’m a pirate?”“Yep, the gunner.” I made her flex her muscles. We were all augmented and athletic. Her muscles felt nice but it was a cheap excuse to. Dad wouldn't have approved, I'm sure of that.Just a fuckup. That's what it felt like and that's what it was. So, no, I didn't cry, but I felt like it. I solved it the way I'd solved so many similar things over the years: I cut it out of my life. I told myself it was because I was bored with it, that I hated darkroom work, that I was only doing it because Dad did it and my brother the jerk did it, and I didn't really want to do it, anyway.That wasn't entirely true, though. The fact is that while. " she tried.She was nearing orgasm but his fingers left her suddenly. He was untying her bonds."Get on your hands and knees in front of me," he ordered.She did so."Arch your back... higher," he directed, and she obeyed."Now spread yourself open for me."She blushed deep red - she was a little bashful about her body and had never done that before.She hesitated and then lowered her face and chest to the ground, ass in the air, using her hands to pull her pussy open for him."What a dirty little. "Just before I left home, I sent Ava a text message saying Donna and I were on the way, then we climbed into 'my' car and drove off. I drove slowly to give me more time to check with Donna whether she'd blabbed to anyone else about my marathon running session, or whether she would blab when we got to the club today.A very anguished Donna promised me earnestly that she'd learned her lesson, including "I'll NEVER do that." You mean, you'd never do it AGAIN?"By the time we got to the Club, Donna.