I headed off to my dressing room, happy with how the show had gone, learning some new-found lesbians in our midst, but unlike other shows, this was th...e one that I’d anticipated nothing happening afterwards.However, as I headed back to the studio to switch everything off, check the footage and head home for the night, I was stopped in my tracks, just as I had been with Rihanna on the most recent Musicians Mysteries: The Girls. On the sofa, lying comfortably, was Angelina Jolie. Her leather dress. I sat across from her. She stared at me for the longest time until it made me so uncomfortable I decided to leave. But right before I stood up, she reached out and grabbed my hand, which had been resting atop the table. Even though the air was hot, her hands were freezing. A shiver ran down my spine as she turned it over. The palm reading began. I had expected it to be cheesy, but this was far beyond anything I could have imagined. Everything she predicted was so vague it was impossible not to. It took four enemas before Leslie was cleaned out. Jess only took two though her butt and pussy were still dilated.They finished cleaning their holes, showered, and dried off. I said, "Bitches, get dressed. No panties or bras. Short skirts and skimpy blouses. If enough of you doesn't show, you will go to the mall without clothes. Do you understand?" They both nodded and went to Jess's room to find clothes to wear.They came downstairs dressed to suit me. I made them both stand in front of us and. “IIIIIEEEYYYYAAAA, GAWWWWD … so good … SO GOOD,” Amy yelled as her hips bucked off the bed to force her sex against his face.Becky was going crazy with need. She was wondering if she could have an orgasm without any stimulation. The sex show she was watching was hotter than anything she had seen or could imagine.As Jake’s tongue swirled around Amy’s vagina, his thumb and finger worked to the top of her slit where they found her clit hood. Her pleasure button emerged, and his finger gently.