”“Blake did say it was okay,” Tommy assured Charlene, “and besides, you got to know, we are both loving the way you’re dressed. So quite wor...rying about it.”“Okay, I’m not worrying about it. So let’s go,” Charlene urged.***Seated around one of the place’s four tables, they were approached by its waiter/bartender/chef/owner, the only other occupant of this catchall type business in the middle of nowhere. He was probably in his fifties, balding and with a slight limp. He did exhibit a cheery. “Whoa, boy, relax. You’re on a schedule,” I said out loud.After my shower, I threw on some athletic wear and deodorant. I grabbed a throw away container and measured out two and a quarter cups of sugar. I left the house and walked diagonally through my backyard to Lisa’s. I ascended a few stairs from her patio to a small wooden deck and turned the knob of her back door. The first thing I comprehended was a loud chirping noise created by her security system. She definitely knew when someone. Luke will have to resign of course. Be here at 3. Oh, and by the way, make sure you give that pretty little pussy of yours a trim before you come. Find out what a Brazilian is and get one!"

What could I do. I had no choice but to go. I found out about Brazilians from the internet and got one done at the local beauticians, telling Luke that it would be easier for when I wore a bikini on vacation. He seemed to accept this without question.

Next Monday I drove to Chris's not knowing what to. Nurse Amy came in and studied us intently with her hand between her legs frigging her clitoris like she wanted to catch up with us and get her fair share of voyeuristic pleasure. Then she sat on the nearest bowl and smiled at us as she piddled an unending stream of bad girl piss into the white enamel throne making Nurse Ginny giggle nervously because she had at one time been heavily into the “water sports” fetish that a lot of the nurses held close to their hearts but regrettably with same sex.