It was in fact after only a minute or two that Edward Lassiter entered to greet his new' guest’.Cynthia regarded him soberly. Though not unacquainte... she had not seen him for some years. Tall, dark and in his middle thirties, quite good looking, she thought very lithe and virile.He seated himself while the girl stood. They chatted for a, short while, and then Edward began to talk of her stay with him. Briefly he ran over some of the rules to be obeyed ‘the-basic restrictions' and so forth.. Insisted, hoping to break away from Randi's embrace."Not until you get your shoulder looked at," Brock said softly so as not to be overheard. He stopped on his way into the house to give all the women stationed there a kiss on the cheek. It did not go unnoticed that Meredith got one, too."Folks, this is J.C. Michaels," he said. "He is the guy who actually owns this house. He's in L.A. for a while so he's going to stay here, too." My Dad and I were big fans when you were here," Meredith said,. Look what I've done to you." Th... thank... you..." whispered Dawn, hoarsely.Faith smiled to herself. "Yes... I really think you should."She slid higher in the bed and pushed Dawn lower, on their sides facing one another. She raised one leg, twisted her fingers in Dawn's damp hair, and pressed the girl's face into her pussy.Weak and nearly senseless after coming twice, Dawn still needed no more invitation than that. She licked gratefully at the juices flowing from Faith's pussy, as the Slayer. By my reckoning, it was a few inches above her pubic region. By raising or lowering her arm a similar distance, Chantelle began to 'snick-flog' Josephine from the top of her pussy, to just below her breasts. The way she was using the flogger tonight was different from the way she showed me in her office this afternoon. I was fascinated. I looked around. Everyone was intently watching the scene. As I went from face to face I wondered if Chantelle or Josephine had their attention? I shook my head.