Warning: The material that follows is adult in nature, containing graphic sex descriptions. If you are not over 18, or if such material is offensive to you, stop here and move on to another story. Post comments to my anon id or to A.S.S.D. Thanks. Thanks to all my readers who contributed ideas for outfits, sexual techniques, and situations. These individuals, of course, remain anonymous. The Adventures of Heather, Part 26B (A-C) By "RAMAPO" Barbara held the shaking girl and realized she was extremely turned on herself. She looked at the stew and the stew was flushed with excitement and their eyes locked. The stew shook her head. "Can't, please. I'd like nothing better, believe me. I'd get fired for sure. Please come to my place." Barbara said, "Can't. Friday is the earliest I have open." The stew nodded eagerly. "Friday is good. My roommate will be home as well. Please come. You promised." Barbara hesitated. An orgy. With women, for God's sake. Her pussy tingled. "Yes. I can't speak for them. But I'll ask." The stew put her hand on her arm and squeezed. "Great. It will be fun, you'll see. Try to convince them. My roommate will really go for the blond on the end. She's hot." Then she walked back down the isle, bumping her hip strategically against Barbara's shoulder as she went by. Barbara liked the attention. And wondered if all those bumps on the arm and shoulder over the years as she flew had been secret overtures that she just missed. Next time she'd pay more attention. But right now, Heather's still ragged breath on her ear and neck was sending tingles down her spine and she wished she had used the opportunity to get off again. But the opportunity was lost, as the lights went up in the cabin and landing preparations began. Heather struggled to get her skirt back around straight and buttoned up. Barbara carefully checked her blouse under the blanket and found it mis-buttoned, so she fixed it and then the blankets were put away and they pulled the arm rests back down. Sherry leaned over. "Well, have you decided about the stew's offer?" "Friday night. She wants you both to come with me. I take it there will be her and her roommate. Are you free?" Sherry looked pleased. Heather finally found her voice, her face still bearing the tell-tale glow of recent sex and said, "We have to find out what our schedule will be. I have to talk to Traci first." "OK." Barbara handed Heather her card. "There is my number. Ask for me using Barbara and you'll get straight through. Lady Moulton is never in. Now, I have another invitation for you. I'm having a rather elaborate fancy dress affair day after tomorrow. All the powers to be will be there, as it's one of those can't miss things. I want you both to come and bring Traci. I'm going to frightfully bored if you don't. Please say yes." Sherry and Heather grinned. "Sure, but, we have to be sure we're free first. I'll let you know as soon as we get to the hotel. Fancy dress? Gowns, that sort of thing?" "Yes, quite formal, I'm afraid. Black tie for the men. Can you manage?" They had both packed some pretty formal clothes for the show at the gallery and in seconds had figured out that they could make a decent showing. "Yes, we have the clothes we need." "Smashing. Now I can't wait. Promise me you'll be a bit outrageous. And include me in the fun as well?" Heather leaned over and to Barbara's amazement and secret satisfaction, gave her a deep kiss full on the mouth. "You bet. We'll think of something to help you pass the evening away pleasantly." The plane settled into the finally approach and touched down smoothly. As they worked their way off the plane, the stew handed a napkin with her name, address and phone number on it to Barbara. "Friday." "Yes. I'm looking forward to it." Barbara said with a smile. "Thank you for a very pleasant flight experience." "Thank you." The stew said with added emphasis on the you. And winked. At the end of the ramp, Traci was waiting. She started to glow as soon as she saw Heather. Sherry was careful to avoid any physical contact with Heather as they came up the ramp and held back just a bit. No signals here of competition. They settled back into the car with Traci driving and Traci said, "OK, tell me all about the flight! I'm so glad to see you. Really glad." She reached over and squeezed Heather's knee and then returned to shifting gears. "Well, we met Lady Boulton just before departure when she complained about the security person making Sherry publicly demonstrate that her dildo wasn't a bomb or something.." Heather never got to finish the sentence. "What! You met Lady Boulton!? Do you have any idea who she is? And you had to publicly display your WHAT?!" "Calm down. Well, we know she is married to a Lord or something. Very upper crust. She's bored stiff. Very pretty and her husband cheats on her. And Sherry had a dildo in her handbag and the guard made her take it out. Lady Boulton embarrassed the guard to death and got her to back off and let us through. We ended up sitting next to each other." "Married to a Lord isn't the half of it. She's married to one of the most powerful old land owners in the country. Hundreds of thousands of acres. They practically support the arts over here single handed. Your art is hanging in one of her galleries. God, I hope you didn't do anything that might screw up your contact now that you've made it." "Well, we did have sex on the flight and she held me while Sherry got me off again. Oh, and the stewardess wants all of us over to her flat this Friday night for an orgy. And we're invited to a big do at Barbara's place tomorrow night if we don't already have anything more pressing." Heather was grinning and Sherry was shaking her head. "SEX!! You had SEX with the woman on the AIR PLANE?!!! And she lets you call her Barbara?!! Amazing, just amazing." Traci was silent. She literally was at a loss for words. "OK, from the top, slowly, tell me about the trip. And leave nothing out." Traci stared down the road and kept trying to remember to pay attention, because she still wasn't used to driving on the opposite side of the road. So, Heather and Sherry told her the whole story, paying particular attention to describe the sex in detail. In the end, Traci was hot and flushed, and even more amazed. "Only you, my Heather darling, could make the most powerful contact you could have in the UK by having sex with her in a public place, have others want to start an orgy with the woman and have everyone just loving every minute of it. Truly a five star performance." "Can we go?" "To the orgy? We'll have to talk about that." "No, to Barbara's tomorrow night. We might meet the Prime Minister and everything!" "I don't have the right clothes for that kind of thing, honey." "We'll shop in the morning and get you something. This is once and a lifetime opportunity. And Barbara wants us to think up something daring to do while we are there and include her in the fun." "Fun such as?" "I think something sexy and erotic. We have to plan it out. She's so bored and wants to have some fun. And she's pissed at her husband and I think wants to get even a bit. Anyway, we can come up with something to ease her pain." Heather was already thinking ahead. "Yes, I have no doubt that you'll think of something. Nothing too risky, though, I hope. You have no idea what kind of trouble you could cause if there were a scandal." "Well, we want her to have fun, though, so we'll let her decide just how risky she wants it to be as we go along and she can call a halt whenever." "Here's the hotel. Let's go in and relax and let the travel dust out of your hair. Tonight you have to be at the gallery to meet your fans. You have to be at your best for that." Sherry sat in silence. It hurt to see Traci and Heather be so totally comfortable together. She was jealous. A tear rolled down her cheek. Heather noticed immediately and wiped it away. Once in the room, they settled in and while Heather was still in the bathroom, Traci came over to her and said, "I haven't thanked you properly for being with Heather on the long flight. I can tell you are a good friend. And perhaps more." She moved very close and placed her hand on Sherry's cheek. "Well, you two are...." "We are lovers. We are friends. I love her very much. But she's still a wild thing and isn't ready to settle down. And she attracts the nicest people all the time. I'm very lucky to have her. Can I have you as well?" Traci's frank, direct approach caught her off guard. The hand remained and Sherry pressed her face against it as an answer. She wasn't being shut out, but being invited in. And she accepted without another word, kissing Traci deeply and feeling Traci stroke her long hair. God, could she keep up with both of them? She was about to find out! Traci removed Sherry's blouse and began to stoke the pert breasts with the back of her fingernails. As expected, in seconds Sherry's nipples hardened to pebbles and began to ache. "Oh, that is nice. I have butterflies in my stomach!" The trace of the fingernails went lower across her belly and up her sides and Sherry was shuddering from the nerves in her skin going wild. This was a technique she needed to remember for sure! Wow! With one hand continuing the endless trail of sensations, Traci unbuttoned Sherry's skirt and it fell to the floor. Sherry was wearing a white silk half slip and matching lace panties. Traci pulled Sherry hard against her, her hands gripping the back of Sherry's very firm ass and digging into the crack between her buns. Traci's delicious breasts moulded themselves over Sherry's smaller ones and the pressure on their chests made their breath quicken. Sherry was trembling inside. She loved a lover who was capable and skilled and Traci was both. She knew she was about to be laid by an expert and gave herself to Traci completely. Their mouths opened and long tongues slid past each other on their way deep inside and then the mouths closed over each other and a wonderfully wet, intimate French kiss carried them higher and then Traci eased her new lover back onto the bed and pulled her half slip down the long straight legs and tossed in on a chair. Sherry began to peel the panties down but Traci gently stopped her and began to kiss her breasts, working her way down to her belly and the top of the panties. The silk now spotted with a wet stain as Sherry began to open up from stimulation. Finally, Traci slid down and placed her lips over the swollen cunt and began to suck through the silk. Sherry gasped. She bucked as the sensation through the silk caught her off guard. It was delicious, a bit indirect and left her extremely sensitive clit at a level she could enjoy instead of causing pain. Traci began to lick her through the clothe and her hips took on a life of their own as she rose to meet each deep swipe of her insides. The silk was allowing her to enjoy a slow climb toward orgasm she had rarely enjoyed. Usually, a tongue in her pussy set her off in seconds and then her clit would be too sore to continue for quite some time. But not now. Her clit was rock hard and ached and sent tingles into her belly. "Oh, god," her breath was rushing in and out in shuddery gasps. "I....never.....underwear...need .....to....cum.....oh..yes....Yes!....yes....oh....ohhhhh." It was a litany of lust as her mind focused on nothing but the long tongue now pressing the thin silk deep into her pussy. She wrapped her thighs around Traci's ears and pressed Traci hard against her. Unused to this slow climb toward orgasm, she thought many times that she would cum, but the release held off and she began to thrash as her need for release grew and grew. Her arms began to slam down on the bed in uncontrolled fury and the passion between her thighs drove her wild. Slam! "Make me cum, damn you...OH....OHHHHH. Shit. Fuck...Cum.. MAKE ME CUM!" Slam. Slam! The bed shook with the fury of her physical reaction. "Please!...Please!....OH, god....cum.....I'm so fucking....HOT!....Oh, Traci........Oh, Oh, OH!.....Please" Traci drove her to the brink and then, through the silk, closed her lips tightly around the rock hard clit and pulled on it over and over. And then the release hit. A sensation of her belly going solid with tension, white heat pouring out of her pulsing pussy up her front and into her face. She trembled and shook and groaned in short gasps as her breath was driven from her. And then, just as the tingles began to slow slightly, the second orgasm took her and she passed out in the middle of a wild groan that ended in a hiss of air. Her body continued to quiver as she continued to release even though she was now unaware. Traci crawled next to her and held her close and stroked her back and arms. Sherry calmed down, but the exhaustion of the trip and now this intense sex drove her deep into sleep. She began to snore softly in Traci's ear. There would be time later for more. Traci grinned and eased a pillow up under Sherry's head and then pulled a sheet over her, then the spread. Sherry looked beautiful as she lay there, a sexual flush still in her face, a halo of now wild blond hair spilling over the pillow and out onto the sheets. Traci patted her and kissed her forehead and then picked up Sherry's things and carefully folded them and put them over the back of a chair. At that moment, Heather came out of the bathroom in an absolutely devastating teddy and nothing else. Traci's heart skipped a beat. God, she was beautiful. Heather kissed her and slid down and pulled her skirt off. In seconds, the panties joined the skirt around her ankles and then Heather buried her tongue between her thighs. How did Heather know just what she needed! She sighed and balanced herself with one leg on the bed and a hand on the dresser. A week with no Heather had been pure Hell. Actually worse than hell. And now she was going to Heaven with a beautiful angel taking her there. Leading her by the clit. Heather's tongue washed over the now hard and exposed bump and Traci gasped and then, unexpectedly, came in Heather's face in a rush. It was the first of many for both of them that morning in the hotel. Then Heather slept in Traci's arms and Traci lay there listening to Sherry snore gently in the next bed and felt Heather's hot breath on her ear. Yes, this was Heaven. No doubt. She began to think of things they could do at Barbara's party. She dismissed them all as too risky. She drifted off to sleep as well. They all got up and dressed for dinner and then the show at the gallery. Heather called and asked for Barbara and in a few moments, Barbara came on the line. "What a delight to hear your voice, my dear. I was afraid you wouldn't call." "I would never do that! We can come if the invitation still holds." "That's wonderful! I'll have the invitations sent round tomorrow to the hotel. Now, can you tell me what you have in mind?" "Ummmmm, not yet. We have a few ideas, but nothing final yet. We're too afraid of getting you in hot water. If you know what I mean." "Unfortunately, yes. But let me worry about that. You let me know ahead of time what you think of and I'll veto anything that might be too risky." "Fine. That would be great." "Super. Now, let me have your full names and room number at the hotel. Also, I have arranged for escorts for the party, as I can't have you just sitting at the table by yourselves. Too conspicuous. I'll give you passes for the run of the place and a small map so you can get around. It is very large and we can't have you get lost. Just have fun. Oh, I've arranged to come down on Friday to see the show and your pictures. My agent says you have real promise and I should buy them all up as a sure thing." Heather blushed. "Thank you. I'll send a note about out plans and you can tell us what is OK when we get there, OK?" "Fine. It's all set then. I can't wait. Say hello to Sherry and Traci for me. I'm sorry I couldn't wait to meet Traci at the airport, but I was behind schedule and had a whole room of people waiting for me for some stupid meeting. Couldn't be helped I'm afraid." "They say hello back. We can't wait to see you again. Goodbye!" "Goodbye! And they rang off. "It's all set. Our invitations arrive tomorrow and we are to be the bells of the ball. She would like us to send a note over with out plans and she'll veto anything that is too risky. I definitely get the feeling she wants us to be a bit outrageous for her privately if we can pull it off. I wish we could find a way to give her some leverage over her husband. There she sits all frustrated and he is off screwing around." Heather found her wrap and they headed for the elevator. Attractively attired, but not too sexy, they stilled turned every male head in the lobby as they headed for the door. Once in the cap, they all giggled. "Dear Lady Mouton (the note read), We have decided to come to the party and bed as many of your husband's lovers as possible before the night is over. We want to arrange to have secret pictures taken of each tryst so you will have some damaging proof each of the women is bi-sexual. That should keep the current crop of women at bay and spread some fear among any potential replacements. To accomplish this, we will need for you to arrange for a camera with very fast film and a blue light flash (to make the person unaware pictures are being taken. We assume you can get this and have it in the house before we arrive, as we don't think we can get such a thing past security, given the guests you implied would be there. We also need access to as many bedrooms as you can manage in a private part of the house so that the victims can be escorted there in privacy and left to their own affairs (Oh, I made a silly pun!) after we are done with them. Finally, once we arrive, we wish to take complete charge of your sex life for the evening and can only promise you some excitement and fun before the evening is over, assuming much of an opportunity presents itself. Now, if you agree to the first part, please wear something blue above the waist as a signal. If you agree to the second part, please wear something yellow. And if you agree to both, wear something red. Oh, and no masturbating before we get there! <g> A little anticipation will go a long way. Your potential partners in mayhem and vice, Heather, Sherry and Traci P.S. Please discard this somewhere very safe, for obvious reasons!" Heather licked the stamp and told the concierge it had to be delivered immediately. When he saw the address, his eyes widened just a bit and said it would go out at once. And refused a tip. Heather thought to herself that their stock had just gone up in his eyes. It was one of the rare opportunities Heather had to use the special underwear so carefully made for her that previous summer. And she had brought along an incredibly hot black scoop neck dress that almost failed to cover her breasts, accented her tiny waist and flared over her hips and tail. Her legs sprang out of the bottom like two beacons inviting the eyes to follow their nicely sculpted thighs right to her pussy. When she pulled the panties on, the special fabric eased into position and gripped her buttocks and upper belly in a nice firm, flat restraint, like hands. As she walked around the room, she could feel the crotch area settle firmly into place, holding her pussy like a hot hand. Her clit tried to spring forth, but it was pushed back down and held there, only the top edge rubbing gently along the silk like elastic. As she moved, tingles and sparks jumped to her belly. She had forgotten how these damn things got her so turned on! Then, she eased the bra into position under her heavy, thrusting breasts and the upper edge of the cups just covered her nipples, leaving the top half of the dark areola exposed. Then, the web of fine spaghetti straps settled on her outer shoulder and around the back to the clasp. Traci came over to pull the straps together and hook the catch. The result was spectacular, to say the least. Her already beautiful, long nippled tits now stood out even further and seemed suspended as if by magic as she moved around. "Wow! THAT is some bra, baby!" Sherry said in admiration. How the hell does it DO that? There isn't anything to it. No wires, no heavy straps, nothing but a damn wisp of clothe! And I can't get over how hot your tits look held up and out that way. Magical levitation. What do you think Traci?" "I think we're going to be late if we don't hurry up a bit. You look fantastic as always, honey. Hard to go wrong with that shape of yours." Traci was also showing off her own nice chest in a billowy white blouse that would pull and move a lot under her jacket, her breasts being unencumbered with a bra. Heather pulled on her black dress and Sherry zipped her up. With the very nice hairdo she got from the hotel hairdresser that day, she was stunning. She slipped on very high black heels reached for her wrap. If the three of them had turned heads the previous night on their way to the gallery, tonight the lobby came to a stop as both men and women gawked openly. Three more beautiful women had rarely, if ever, graced this hotel and as they went through the revolving door to the waiting limo, the lobby burst into a buzz of gossip. Who were they? Where were they going? And then when Lady Mouton's name began to be passed around, they understood. The limo ride was almost an hour and a half out into the country and it was just after dark when they came down the long lane and pulled up in front of the vast house. A country estate in the grand tradition of British landed gentry, the beautiful home was breathtaking. The three of them presented their invitations to the security guard, who asked to see more identification and their passports seemed to do just fine. Inside, another security check and then they were announced and started down a long receiving line. As they were introduced along, near the end, Heather spotted Barbara at last and her breath caught. Barbara was in a very attractive, all red dress! Heather nudged Traci and she Sherry and they almost started giggling again. Heather was wet before she got to Barbara. What a night this would be, she hoped. Barbara spotted her coming down the line and her eyes lingered (as did everyone in the line, at the impossibly low cut dress she had on, and the spectacular set of breasts being exposed. Almost naked, but not quite. How the hell was that thing staying up? She tore her eyes away from the swollen orbs and shook hands. She was grinning wildly. She felt so wicked. Heather said. "It's so nice to see you again. We are so looking forward to this very special evening. Thank you for inviting us." She pressed a small note into Barbara's hand. Barbara slipped it into a very small pocket in the side of the dress. "It is all my pleasure. I hope you enjoy yourself thoroughly tonight. The receiving line will break up in a few moments and I can introduce you to your escorts and dinner companions for the evening. Are we all clear and have our signals straight for the evening?" The grin just wouldn't quit. "Heather grinned back. Couldn't be clearer. You might want to do a bit of reading before the evening gets too far along. Could be you need to see to a few things." Barbara's husband was now openly ogling Heather's chest and Barbara poked him in the ribs with her elbow. "Stop staring at the girl's bosom and greet the rest of our guests, Robert," she said sharply. The line broke up and Barbara excused herself long enough to slip into the nearby library and read Heather's second note. It read: "Barbara, you are now our sex slave for the evening. You first order is to remove all your underwear. If you have on pantyhose, remove it and replace it with stockings and a garter. We will check you before dinner. Failure to follow this instruction will cause you to loose your special dessert after dinner." Barbara took a deep breath. It was beginning. She was so excited, she locked the library door, went to a corner and stripped quickly, removing everything, then pulling only her dress back over her now loose breasts, flat tummy and long legs. They were already encased in silk stockings and held up with garters. The cool air on her already moist pussy made it tingle and get even wetter. Her hand trembled as she hid the slip and bra in a drawer. Head held high, she could feel the erotic tug on her nipples from the seams in the dress cups and they grew hard and ached as she walked. She knew she had nice tits, even if they were a bit small. But the shape was good and there was little sag. They bounced slightly as she almost strutted down the long hall. The three women waited near the entrance to a large room where cocktails were being served. Heather could tell at a glance that the woman had done as she was instructed. Barbara's eyes were shining with excitement as she approached. She reached over to a shelf and from behind a large vase, she pulled out an envelope and gave it to Heather. "Now, shall we go in and get introduced around? Anyone I introduce to you as a young lady of interest' is a mistress my husband is keeping. Don't read the material in that envelope in here. After a bit, go to the room at the very end of this hall and the three of you read it together. Lock the door. Please don't lose the papers. OK, here we go!" She took Heather's arm and whispered in her ear as they went in, "I'm naked underneath and so wet I can't believe it. Can I have my dessert now?" Heather grinned and whispered back. "Patience. You have to wait until the time is ripe." "I'm ripe now, I can tell you." "That's nice. I'm horny for you too." She squeezed back. The room was full of over two hundred men and women in fancy dress. No a few of the women were young and voluptuous, but Barbara gave no sign. As they worked the room, they finally came to a corner area and a young wasp-wasted woman with large silicon assisted breasts was holding forth with several other people. As she turned around, Heather was instantly taken with her beauty and grace. Her melon sized breasts were straining the dress and spilling out to top in a display that was awesome in appearance. She was a natural beauty, with her hair lightened in blond accents. "Now, Heather my dear, here is a young lady of interest. Cynthia, this is Heather, a young artist now showing in one of our finer galleries. You look particularly attractive tonight Cynthia my dear. If you'll excuse me for a moment." Barbara slipped away, leaving Heather to face Cynthia, who appeared a bit pale. "How nice to meet you. How are you associated with Lady Mouton?" Cynthia hesitated. "Actually, I'm an old friend through her husband." Cynthia's eyes traced over Heather's bosom, obviously quite natural, unlike her own, and they widened a bit as she perceived that a bit of areola peered over the top of the dress. She loved breasts, and here were a set to rival her own. Her pussy moistened. She never slept with women, but was always buying girly magazines to look at the tits. "You have a beautiful shape, Cynthia. You boyfriend must really enjoy those." Cynthia tore her eyes from the straining chest just opposite her own and stammered. "I hope he does. Sometimes I wonder if they were worth what they cost me." "Well, I'd know what to do with them." Heather was direct. Let's see what she does. Cynthia knew Heather was hitting on her. "I bet you get enough practice with your own." Their eyes met. "Unfortunately, I'm not into sex with women. But you would be quite a handful, I'm sure." Heather didn't press. This would be easy. "Maybe later we could talk about this some more" "I have an engagement later. A man thing. With a big cock for my pussy." "There's more than one way to stuff a pussy, you know." Heather wanted to do it right then, but Barbara wandered back. Her timing was actually excellent, as it were. "Well, have we gotten to know each other a bit? Sorry, Cynthia, but Heather is in demand on the other side of the room." Cynthia steered her away and whispered in her ear. "The others are in the library waiting for you, read the information I gave you in the envelope. Are you going through with this?" "Of course. See you in a bit. If you see us come in and out, don't interrupt unless something is wrong or you think we have to stop for some reason. Phase one will be over before dinner." She gave Barbara a squeeze, reaching past her arm and stroking the side of the bobbing boob under the dress. Heather's fingers felt hot through the fabric. Barbara gave a shiver and squeezed the hand against her side. God, this girl could make her hot. They parted at the door and Heather hurried to the library. Knocking softly on the large oak door, she hear the lock turn and Sherry peeked out. "Oh, good, it's you. Get in here." Heather slipped inside and tore open the envelope. Inside was a map of the house, six passes to the private wing, and three bedrooms marked with an "x". A symbol for a camera was placed in the first room, with the word "dresser" followed by a "1". "Ok, here are the rooms we can use. Memorize the layout. The camera is in the dresser, top drawer in the first room. Now, I've already met Cynthia and she likes girls, although I don't think she's ever had sex with one. This should be easy. How about you two?" Sherry spoke first. "Gail. Skinny, gap in her upper teeth. Pretty in a dark way. Long dark hair piled up on her head. Oh, big tits. Silicon probably. They look good on her, but in a way that tells you way too big for the body naturally, you know what I mean? Definitely not into women for sex. Smart. The big tits actually look good on her. She's shy about them, from the way she dresses and holds herself. Probably hasn't had them too long. Big like that I mean." "Linda." Traci followed up. "Pretty brunette, short hair, big boobs as well. At least we know he likes big tits! Not so sharp. Seemed a bit fuzzy when I came on to her. Confused her. I think she doesn't know what to think. I should think she'll enjoy it, then be totally conflicted about it for a long time." "OK," Heather said. "I'm first. Traci, you're on the camera. Sherry, wait thirty minutes and then bring Gail up. I'll be the camera operator for you. You take Traci's pictures. Remember, don't get carried away. Watch the clock. We have to be down for dinner. Leave the bimbos in the room afterward to fend for themselves. Now here are the pills." She gave each of them one. "Slip it in their drink and it will dissolve in about five seconds. It's pretty much tasteless. It takes five minutes to hit them and you can tell because their eyes will unfocus and they will start to slur their speech. Just move in and firmly suggest going somewhere and lying down until they feel better. They will be confused and not thinking clearly, so don't pay any attention to what they say from that point on. They are pretty much putty at that point. Within fifteen minutes, they are going to be totally under your control, but keep them on their feet and get them to the room as fast as possible. OK, all set? Good luck everyone." End Part 26B (A-C)