I need you to go out ... and I need you to dress nice. Not nice like last night at the sex shop... properly nice. Professional, and classy. Something ...ike that cream pantsuit you wore to Dad's awards dinner last Christmas would be ideal. Understand?" Yes," Chelsea said, without any hesitation. Emily, though, could hear the crushed note of bitter disappointment in her mother's voice, although Jack seemed not to notice it at all. "I ... I know what you mean. And what do you want me to do?" Here,". So I say sir what is going on. You tell me to hush that we are going to play a game. The rules are simple. I am to be quiet unless you have asked me a question. If I make noise you will issue one lash of a riding crop. I'm only to answer to you. And I'm not allowed to come without your permission. You tell me that you and your friends are going to play with me and I have to guess who it is at the moment. So you lightly stroke me for a few moments and you don't ask me who it is yet. But I know. I went down and watched him for a couple of minutes and again he was still completely out. I went back upstairs and Marie was still lying with her shirt up and still completely passed out as well. I started by rubbing her nipples and started licking them. I continued to work my way down until I got all the way to her pussy. I started by licking around and worked my way to her clit. I flicked my tongue up and down and also in a circular motion. She was so wet and tasted so good.After passing. You have such a big sword!’ joked Gwen as she arched her eyebrows several times. ‘I’m getting sidetracked. They said they’d hang it under some Plexiglas to keep it clean and unmarked. You know how teen boys are with pens and markers when they see my boobs.’ As Gwen waited for the stragglers to return to their bikes, her thoughts ‘flashed back’ to how she first learned about the movie trilogy that would eventually propel Lady in Red Productions into becoming one of the larger privately owned.