We will call then Betty and Sam. Betty is very feminine and Sam is more masculine. Like Angel, Betty likes to run the show. They see Angel lying nude ...on the bed and go over to her and sit on either side of her. Betty takes one of Angel’s breast and starts playing with it. Sam does the same to the other breast. They both go right for Angel’s nipples and get them hard. The two girls suck Angel till Angel ask them to stop and she gets up from the bed. Sam lies down on the bed and Betty begins. But there wasn't any way you could hide a really great body, Laura realized.Yvette's tiny waist was apparent, and her small, hard breasts jutted out against the red silk of her blouse. The gold chain at her throat only drew attention to the sculptured bones there, and the phenomenally smooth skin. Her hair, the kind blacks called "good hair," swished around her shoulders, blacker than black and shiny and soft. She was wildly desirable to Laura, who seemed to remember every time they had been. “Hi, stranger.” It was Vicky.“Hi Vicky, long time no see, what are you up to,” I said.“Got the day off, going to do some shopping, I need to get out of the house.”“I haven’t had breakfast yet fancy joining me?” I asked.“Sure why not.”I drove to a cafe in Palmers Green which I had never been too. We both ordered a full English Breakfast. Since the day Vicky helped me clean the flat, I haven’t had the chance to spend some time with her. We stayed there for quite a while talking in general. That. ” My voice was scratchy. “She can only be…” she prompted me, quoting the narrator’s words, self-assured and a little condescending, switching the roles we played in class. My lips moved without words for a second, but I finally managed to find my voice and continued, albeit shakily. “...his slave, or his despot,” I whispered, and dreaded to finish it, “but never his companion.” “A despot. Isn’t that an interesting choice of word?” I wasn’t sure if she expected me to answer, but it quickly.