Let me help you with that." She came up out of the drawer with a little paper-wrapped cylinder.It was one of Paula's tampons. She carefully peeled off...the wrapper. I began to tremble."Get up here and lean over the toilet! Do it now!" She ordered.I jumped up and leaned over the toilet bowl, steadying myself on the cool, clean porcelain. I felt her slide the black panties down."Oh God, Tom... please don't... please don't..." I heard Paula plead from the bedroom."Which one of us is wearing the bra. The afternoon of the third day, Rhonda wasn’t at our regular meeting place. I waited for a few minutes, listening to the irresistible tunes of tape #3, but after a while I got out and stormed to her office.“Hello?”She was panting when she answered the door. She didn’t invite me in, just opened it a crack, and I immediately worked out what was happening.“Get dressed,” I said through gritted teeth. “And meet me in my car in two minutes.”“Of course,” she said, wide-eyed. I didn’t even care what I. And a medieval fantasy castle obviously has to have fantasy creatures, so there were all sorts of them, from four red dragons circling overhead - color coordinated with the roofs to please Julia - two huge griffins guarding the gate, nine-foot tall troll-men patrolling the grounds inside the castle, with elf archers manning (elffing?) the battlements. The staff inside the castle were my versions of pixies - three-and-half-foot tall males and females; aged from teenagers to elderly, depending on. "But if we do ... fuck you. Here's to me."She took a long pull of the beer then smiled."Party's on," she said loudly."This isn't much different than the 'Cotton Panty Chronicle's' shoot," Veronica remarked."Except no one's heading upstairs to fuck," Adam pointed out."Yet," Veronica laughed. "They'll be some sticky sheets in the morning, you can bet." Gee, thanks," Adam commented. "You know, it'll probably be me who gets the cum-stained sheet duty. Wednesday is my day for laundry with Rachelle.".