"Have you thought about that lousy kiss, Laura?"Laura whispers, "Yes Mistress Susan." What are you going to do about it?" I'll do whatever you command... me to do, Mistress Susan." I'm sure you would, Laura. But I want you to think of something that you want to do for me. Should we give you another couple of hours to mull it over?" No Mistress Susan, please don't leave me standing here." Have you thought of something, Laura?" Would you like me to eat your pussy, Mistress Susan?" Hmm, that would be. Bill surprised her by taking her to his club. It was very elegant and not as busy as one would have expected on a Saturday evening. The patrons were clearly of middle age to senior. Happily, the menu was similar to their recollection of Ambrosia. There was a three piece combo playing light jazz and the atmosphere was exactly what Bill wanted. His courting of Zena Wildman had resumed.It had been a quiet Bill Orton at dinner. He thought she might talk about her life, but held back, seemingly. "So what do you think of my place?" It's a nice bachelor pad. Your bed is really big and I love your bath tub." You want to take a bath with me?" I'd love that." We walked into the bathroom and he started the water. We watched each other while taking our clothes off. Johnny unbuttoned his shirt first and let it drop to the floor. I removed my pants first. I wanted to show him the bulge that was increasing in my Express underwear. He then removed his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear and. You're going to hate the next twenty minutes!"Sheriff Williams motioned to the arresting officer. "Preston, get her into a cell," he ordered."Oh, please, what did I do?" Tara begged. "Please tell me what I did wrong, and I'll never do it again! And I'll read the pamphlet. I promise!" She gave the men a desperate, pitiful smile. "Lots and lots of reading tonight!"As Deputy Preston dragged Tara toward a cell, the sheriff turned to the other deputy. "Knight, get the tools." Tools?" Tara asked as.