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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)