"No, you know what I want!" she said"What do you want?" I asked"Dont pretend to be coy! You know what I want! And I know what a slutlike you wants!" s...he said.I could see where she was going with this and at the back of my mind, Iwanted it to happen. "Well lets not just stand there!!! Lets go in and get ready....chopchop" she saidWe went into the bedroom and she started to get me dressed. She usedmost of the same things, only this time I was wearing a smaill leatherskirt and a tight red basque. Shortly I'm leading them to the master bedroom.I had considered sitting them down, telling them what was about tohappen, and even apologize for what I was about to do to them.But there wouldn't be much of a point in asking for forgiveness.I'm far beyond where any forgiveness can go.The dad tries to bluster, and the mom tries to plead for her kids, butthey dont yet understand what they're dealing with.You'd have better luck trying to intimidate a hurricane or plead with atidal wave.I give them. After they were put on planks to keep them from settling into the ground - if we had a downpour - there was another hands-on demonstration on how refill the fuel truck.The process was started and 300 gallons pumped in, then all hoses were disconnected and another person started and ended. The process repeated until we had each done it three times and we all felt comfortable with it. I would most likely not refuel a plane or refill the truck but I wanted to know the procedure in case we had any. At some point during the conversation, Anne Marie had stretched one of her legs out to me and I was massaging her foot. Every once in a while, she would let out a soft moan and tell me how good it felt. After about ten minutes, she said that I just had to massage the other foot (because it was jealous), but try as she might, she just could not get herself in a comfortable enough position to give me access. She finally looked up at Zack and said, “Hell, you don’t mind.”With that she stretched.