Don’t be like her, please.”She answered, “Let’s take the long way back.”I gambled, “Only if we can share the G and T's at your place. I ha...ve a client I have to visit for just a short while. Meanwhile, you deliver the goods to Number One and I will see that my client is tucked in.”Vicky agreed, “Room 1216. I’ll slip into something more comfortable.”In my mind, that statement was a clue or a hint or a promise.Sure enough, Charlotte had checked out and Vicky had the cocktails at the ready.Vicky. " Mrs. Jennings finished with the wig and turned back to her black box. From it she pulled out a tube of red lipstick and opened it. "Pucker up, Kimberly."She moved closer, and I felt the cool taste of lipstick being applied to my lips. Sarah stood next to her and smiled, obviously enjoying the predicament I was in. When Mrs. Jennings was done she stepped back and admired her work."Now it's time for the crowning glory," she said.From the box Mrs. Jennings carefully lifted her wedding veil and. She didn't want it to stop, ever.Elsa picked up the soap and began to wash her lover's body and Erika just relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of slippery, soapy hands seeking out and cleansing every part of her.As the lather began to build she could feel it running down between them allowing their two bodies to slide over each other sensuously as Elsa slowly rubbed soapy fingers down and into her coarse black hairs before dipping between her labia and seeking out her now swollen and throbbing. I didn’t really but it was obvious she ran the show and I had to go along with it. Then she smiled “why don’t you come to the house tomorrow” she added. My smile widened. “I will be there. Just tell your parents it is a special training session” she said. I laughed. Training session? Mum and Dad were so happy that what they called a real job. I told them what I was doing and all about the office. “What do they do” mum asked “you haven’t told us that”. It’s a Marketing Company” I said “they put.