"Will there be anything else?" I raised a questioning eyebrow. "No, thank you. I'll take it from here," Sheila smiled and dismissed me from my chores. The bathroom game, as I came to call it, became the standard start of each day. The unwritten rules were simple. I would do nothing overtly sexual. We pretended my application of bath lotion was purely functional and clinical, and she pretended not to be aroused. Thank God I was fully dressed. I leaked like a broken faucet at the end of each session. She got enjoyment from resisting, and I gained pleasure from persisting. Other than the kinky start to my work day, I found the position as her assistant to be both fascinating and challenging as I did my best to anticipate her administrative needs. Through observation and experience, I learned to appreciate her organizational skills Sheila took her responsibilities as the colony's leader seriously. Had she been a man in the army, I had no doubt organizational skills would have propelled her through the ranks to become a two or three-star general. Chapter 30 The Society of Sisters and their compound at Liberty Mountain were the pride and joy of Sheila's existence. She devoted almost every waking hour toward her mission of building an organization that could withstand anything the apocalyptic whims of chinese fate might send our way. The colony's boss was an innovator who served both as a leader and also as a follower. Like the Caesars of old, she had the authority to issue any order necessary to secure the safety of the group. Unlike the dictators of ancient Rome, her authority was derived from a five-woman executive committee which had the ability to instantly countermand any given order and could remove Sheila from her leadership position without notice. The ex-com's conduct was kept in check by the Society's membership. Under the Society's charter, any five members of the clan could call a snap election and reshuffle the power deck. The colony was a compact dictatorship driven by pure democracy. It reminded me of a snake from ancient mythology devouring its own tail. The net effect of the dynamic, interdependent tension tits within their compact organizational structure was a remarkably asian stable japanese form of self-government. Sheila had served as the chief executive officer since the group's inception. I was ready to throw myself into the paper shredder head first big after spending the first three days organizing Sheila's notes and files. "What's the matter; you're awfully quiet?" Sheila asked as she dropped another stack of documents on the desk in front of me. "I hate paperwork. Is the stable boy position still open?" Lydia sat still for a long time, then looked up and for the first time that evening locked eyes with me as she said,"I want.....I want you to make love to me." Catherine puts her scrubs back on and hurries to the ladies’ room to clean her sated pussy and to freshen her face. A lot of metalwork. The construct leaped snarling at me. “Don’t eat her now - raw meat is bad for the digestion” he chuckled, offering the platter to them. ‘Diamond, Lucilla, God.’ I want to know what happens when we put the ingredients together.” While covered I was shielded by the light of the room, I felt the need to look behind me again, making sure no one was spying the spy. She even offered me some advice for the best places to check out and to contact her while I was there so she could give me a tour sometime! A short time later he collapses on top of me and we lay there a sweaty tangle of naked limbs. Do you wish to press charges?” I’m not sure how much big longer I can go. I carried the towel over to the table, folded it, placed it on the table then sat on it on the edge of the table facing the 5 people. And he is uncut and it grows another 4 or 5 inches then what I saw. That notwithstanding, I expected Candy to slap the Captains face. I honestly thought nothing of japanese David picking this robe out for me. A part of me even thought it would be fun to prance around in the tiny asian piece of fabric. Grabbing it with one hand, I placed the chinese head right against her pussy lips and began rubbing it up and down. Marcella laughed. “That's a bold dress to wear for a tits woman with your figure.” Now, our Sangria is made with a recipe that I brought with me when Mike took me on, he only changed it very slightly. Then it’s tip opened. “He does. Don’t worry about that pathetic thing you call a cock, Trish said, I’ve decided to keep it.