‘Who the fuck are you and where the fuck is Rochelle right now.’ I shouted into the phone. He calmly replied ‘You mean thisgirl here who is suc...king my dick. She’s probably Rochelle because I know Michelle but I don’t know this one’s name at all.’ He tossed the phone onto the hook but it did not land properly and I heard in the background someone say ‘Come on guys it’s time to pull a train on this bitch here.’ I dropped the phone down and reached for my aluminium baseball bat as I rushed. "Ally, dear," said Jane, "It's your responsibility to follow your Master's orders."With a wicked grin, Ken added, "Yeah. You can still talk, so we know your mouth works."Ally looked at Jane and Ken with a slight smile on her face, then knee walked over to where Genie was nervously standing. Ken could feel lust and uncertainty boiling in her belly. Would Ally be grossed out when she saw how wet her panties were?Ken was amused by the thoughts of both women - each wondering if their fetish would. A gust of wind tried to brush Gabby off the slate sidewalk where she stubbornly strode. A twitch in her side reminded her of the jagged wound which had nearly taken her life only a few short months ago. With that third tour in Iraq, she knew she was probably pushing her luck, but hell she didn’t have to answer to any man, so push it, she did! Okay, so she lost her army family, home, and career, but after recovering from her wounds, she received a job offer from a most unexpected place. Being. She was one of them. A middle aged woman of age 38 approx who was a house wife and the landlord uncle was a government employee in bank. I was new to the state and in ma second year of engineering just change my room. She was always caring bringing us food prepared by her as she was an awesome cook no doubt. When she was free she use to come and chatter with me and my room mates. We were 3 guys studying in same college and living near by as day scholars. One day I called her as she wasn’t home.