At the very least, I can ask. They can always say they know nothing."After checking what time it was in England, Phoebe decided when to make her phone... calls. Her first two calls met with bafflement. The reply went along the lines of, "I'd love to help you my dear, but I haven't an inkling about what you are referring to. If I did, I would be delighted to help."The third call was more productive. "Oh, that child? I know the girl is there, but what her name is, I really couldn't say, old girl.. Whilst Nicole did not fully understand all of it she got the general idea. These self-styled anarchists hated everything her parents stood for. The woman told of their hypocrisy and about people starving and suffering. She also informed her that whilst they didn't blame her they did blame the older generation. After some hour or so of friendly but firm indoctrination it was clear to Nicole that she had choice, follow the old ways or the new.Nicole felt that she could now talk. The other two. Who smiled broadly and said. “Deal Bobby” “Okay now what my Loves.”Jewels says. “It’s my turn Bobby. Bobby you started before we had a chance to tell you the rules. You see having four women at your beck and call should take a little work on your part. So here’s the game. You finished with Sara so you get her for the next week, now it’s my turn, and if you give me an orgasm without having one yourself you go on to Bobby, the same for her then Morgan a get thou with her without an orgasm you go. This moment bringing both of us higher and closer. Your fingers on my breast pinch and tug on my now aching nipple. A long moan finally escapes my lips. I was holding that moan in along with my breath without realizing it. Smaller, quicker moans escape afterward. My pleasure coats your fingers as my mind drifts off into a tingling wonderland. And suddenly I feel your hand slip out of my panties and you moving from behind me.I watch as you get in front of me and pull off my panties and toss them.