" Daisy froze as the car door opened. Two hands reached in, hands with bony, clawlike fingers and long, tapered nails. The fingers wrapped around her ...upper arm and pulled her out of the car. She slid to the ground and swung her legs around just as the car pulled away. The women were circling now, chanting something in a language she didn't understand. Two women fell on her, one of them shoved her cock into Daisy's, mouth ramming it deep into her throat in one push while the other one slid the. Then he looked at me and said " Can I tell you something in confidence?" I told him sure and he went on about her body. He seemed embarrassed as he told me how perfect he thought it was, especially her legs in those above the knee skirts and her signature spike heels. He loved her face and her perfectly shaped full lips. I just smiled and said "She looks even better out of her skirt." The old man turned red as I went on. I told him about our marriage and how she enjoyed the occasional other. . you know..." I mean, she just spent a week in Europe, didn't she?" Yeah," I said. "I helped her manage that by giving her the same addiction to chocolate covered peanuts. She can hold off the one addiction with the other." Oh," Camille thought for a moment. "That was a brilliant idea!"I sighed.Something occurred to me. "You said you used to be your sister's slave. How come you aren't any more?"Camille dropped her eyes. "I woke up one day, and I knew that I was no longer under that spell. I'm. Their conversation skirted the issue, like the couple who know that the hidden agenda contains something very special.“Hey, are we going to Interlaken, or what?” asked Nikki, rolling onto her back.Lauren looked down into her eyes. “Dunno, what do you want to do?”“I need some stockings for tomorrow. What’s this Rebecca like, is she OK?”“Sure, she’s a real laugh. She’s really into this church thing. I think it’ll be fun. You know we have to get there at some god-awful hour?”“No, when?”“Someone’s.