You are taking care of us again. You are still my hero and always will be." She kisses you again. "I think that you should enjoy the night. Nobody...is going to rape you or make you do anything that you don't want to do. You should honestly get a much out of this as anyone is getting out of you." Yeah?" You look at her trying to see the truth. Wendy's face and mannerisms tells you that she's being honest. As long as you're both communicating and both agree, then there's nothing that will. ‘We’ll get kicked out of here but I don’t care. Now tell me I have the sweetest, wettest little pussy that you have ever felt and that you can’t wait to fill it with that wonderful hard cock you have hidden in your trousers.’And with that she reached down for him and wrapped her hand around the rearing shape that appeared against the front of his trousers.‘Mmmmmh,’ she sighed, ‘can’t we forget about the rehearsal and go back to your place, I don’t want to rehearse any more, I want a real. She said things like: You will meet someone soon. No duh, we all meet people each end every day! She also said something about my boss giving me a raise, but I was already too bored to point out I didnt have a boss. My mind started to drift. The heat of the air was putting me to sleep and keeping my eyes open was a constant struggle. The fortune teller continued speaking, but her words were nothing more than background noise. All I could do was focus on the coldness of her fingers and hope it. She hung around with her in the bathroom, watching as she brushed her teeth (Mandy had kindly brought her a toothbrush the day before) and then watched as she had a quick shower.After she was all cleaned up, Mandy led her back down to the basement and told her that her lesson will start soon, and she left her alone again down there.Mandy soon returned though, followed into the room by a middle-aged bloke, he was slender with dark hair, he was dressed in a scruffy gray suit, he wore glasses.