I turned and gave Gretchen a little grin of my own. ‘Okay, I promise to be good. Have I mentioned how much I like whipped cream with my dessert, tho...ugh?’ Lisa laughed and Gretchen smiled wickedly. ‘We haven’t determined if you deserve dessert yet, so talking about whipped cream is a bit premature.’ She held up a hand as I started to protest. ‘Besides, I think there’s going to be a lot of cream flowing tonight. I’m not sure if it’s going to be whipped, but I think you’ll probably still want to. But 700 was two miles north of there. I tabulated it up and realized I’d run ten miles in two hours. Ten twelve-minute miles.I sat in the front seat of Nanette’s car and reached for my Kindle before spotting a book shoved between the seats. Zen and the Art of Running. I leafed through the book and found that running and meditation were closely linked by this author. Apparently, that was what I’d been doing.“Been waiting long?” Nanette asked as she jogged up to the car. I glanced at the time on. Grinding and talking dirty to me as I dine on your cunt.Pinky1006 is ready for the hookup. She was dealing with two freaky people that wanted to have fun fucking and sucking her for a weekend. There will be candles lit, music playing and her waiting on us to enter the room.Me –to Pinky- I must tell you that I love your filthy mouth and I want it planted on my pussy and sucking my mans cock. Just the thought of you giving my man a good fucking is enough to make me cum. I want you to tie me up. For that I planned to have Eve doing the scouting. She was definitely going to be my party planner of choice. The money for all this nonsense was going to get slipped into an account set up just for the operation. There had been talk of a self sustaining operation, but the memories of Iran-Contra pretty much ended that. There was also the small problem of everyone believing I was still alive.The boys on the farm wanted me to keep up the pretense and I wanted to do so as well. In my mind I was.