“I told you I hate pantyhose.”
“First, they are thigh highs, and, second, they are Wolfords,” Caroline said. “Stay,” I quipped, laughing at the order since I had her handcuffed to the bed. “And trust me, it is ‘in’ to be bisexual.”
“If you say so,” I said, the conversation getting a bit uncomfortable. “Just tell us,” we both demanded. I’m the doctor here.”
“And you solve everyone else’s problems, but not your own,” Caroline pointed out just as Emma returned to enquire about dessert. “My tits, my melons, oh yes, pull them, suck them, fuckity, fuck, fuck,” Jill continued to babble. “Because my husband doesn’t have a cunt. Caroline asked, “Do you want to fuck Slut Marilyn’s ass?”
“God, yes,” I said, the idea of fucking someone’s ass a major turn-on.
