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Chapter 61 Stacy Joins the Posse
“Yesterday, somebody did us a huge favor,” said Mike starting his conversation with the Posse gathered around him in the apartment living room. Stacy was surprised he was talking serious business while she was present. Playing her usual role of whore in residence she was sitting on the broad armrest of Mike’s chair. His arm was draped across her bare leg and the contact was making her horny.
Earlier, when he was stroking her leg waiting for everyone to take a seat, he’d casually pushed her skirt up to where the others could see the thin band of raw silk covering her sex. Exposing her to others was one of the strange ways Mike got his kicks; however, Stacy wasn’t sure he’d done it on purpose or by accident. The fact the others were glancing in her direction added to Stacy’s desire to be fucked.
But at the moment Mike had important business to consider so Stacy crossed her legs ending the show. Lou, Zack, Mark and the Epps, Brad and Bobby, were huddled together in the living room of the apartment.
Mike was dressed casually, slacks and a silk shirt. Technically, he was still on vacation from Cambridge PD. To Stacy he looked tanned and well rested in spite of the fact his flight had been delayed and the Cabreezes hadn’t arrived at Boston’s Logan Airport until well after midnight.
Earlier the same night, Sir Charles’ private jet had delivered the Club Josephine team to Hanscomb Field, a small airport north of Boston catering to private and corporate jets. They had celebrated another successful operation with a meeting of the Mile High Club. Given it was only a forty-minute flight; intercourse consisted of a quick pump and dump. Still, after all the pressure and tension of the last two weeks, Stacy had enjoyed riding Reynolds’ surgically enhanced manhood to a restorative climax. The fact she was still wearing the nun’s habit increased the Eros level.
After landing, Stacy rushed to Club Napoleon’s spa to restore her hair color, chemically erase her tattoos and remove her piercings. It was almost midnight when she and Portia collapsed in bed at their condo.
“I’m going to miss my labial rings,” whispered Stacy, as she was about to fall asleep. “They were fun.”
“I’ll miss them too,” said Portia snuggling into Stacy.
Stacy slept in until noon. After lunch she went to the Lexington Gun Club and practiced at the skeet range then spent an hour in the pistol range getting accustomed to the new Sig Sauer semi-automatic her father had gifted her. It was almost five when she got a text message from Mike telling her to be at the apartment at six. She barely had time to go back to the condo, clean up, and put on a new skirt and blouse she’d bought in New York. When she arrived, she found Mike waiting to greet her. None of the other members of the Posse were present.
“I like it,” was Mike’s comment referring to her new shorter hairstyle.
“I was hoping you would,” said Stacy spinning around to show off her new outfit before stepping into his arms for a kiss. Why do I get so horny when he’s around thought Stacy eager for a trip to the bedroom.
“Molta Bella, as we Wops say. Miss me,” asked Mike?
“Yes, I practically wore out my vibrator thinking about you,” said Stacy pressing her hand against the bulge in Mike’s crotch. “How was Disney World,” asked Stacy reaching around his waist to pull him tighter against her?
“Terrific, if you’re less than ten years old,” said Mike. “Kids ran me ragged. The lines for the rides were ridiculous.”
“And Aruba,” asked Stacy?
“Also terrific if you don’t mind losing a fucking bundle at the casinos,” said Mike. “Fortunately or unfortunately depending on how you view it, I lost so much money they comped the room.”
“Is this an all over tan? I assume you and Connie made it to the nude beach,” said Stacy starting to unzip his trousers.
“Later,” said Mike looking at his watch as he gently pushed Stacy’s hand away. “The others are about to arrive and we’ve got some important business to discuss. I want you here by the way. Afterwards, you can show me how much you missed me.”
At that moment Brad and Bobby Epps arrived.
“What’s up, Mike? I thought the Posse wasn’t getting together till next week since you were on vacation,” asked Bobby.
“Something huge has happened. Let’s wait until everybody gets here and I’ll tell you. I don’t want to go over it more than once,” said Mike.
“Hello Stacy,” said Bobby taking her in his arms and kissing her. “It looks like you’re the only female here. Feel like pulling a train?”
“Yes, with Mike gone, I’ve been a two week virgin. I’m dying for a fuck,” said Stacy pressing her sex against his then stepping into Brad’s arms for another passionate kiss. Brad’s weightlifter hands grasped Stacy’s buttocks grinding their sex together.
“If you believe nobody’s got in her pants for the last ten days, I got some land in Florida I want to sell you,” said Mike laughing. “Control yourself, Stacy, and get us some drinks. You can fuck Brad and Bobby later.”
Minutes later, the rest of the Posse arrived. Stacy repeated the ritual of kissing, groping then running to the kitchen to get a beer or make a cocktail. After the usual questions about his vacation, Mike gathered everyone in the living room and began.
“Yesterday, someone whacked Raymond Serrentino. They took him out the old way, the garrote, nasty fucking way to die,” said Mike.
“What’s the fuck’s a garrote,” asked Lou?
“You’re embarrassing me, partner. A garrote means someone wrapped a wire or a chain around his neck and strangled him,” said Mike. “Whoever did it was a strong bastard. He almost took the old fuck’s head off.”
“Why didn’t you just say persons unknown choked the old fuck to death,” asked Lou?
“Maybe I’m trying to impress Stacy here with my vocabulary,” said Mike rubbing his hand on Stacy’s bare leg.
“So who do we thank,” asked Zack?
“Don’t know but it was somebody who was a real pro with a garrote and a pistol. They also took out his lieutenant, Sallie, and three of his boys, two shots apiece, one in the pump and smack between the eyes,” said Mike using his hand to indicate the placement of the bullets.
“Sammy Toscana was a made man and nobody’s fool. Whoever did it knew his business,” said Zack.
“How come I haven’t seen anything in the media,” asked Mark? “Old man Serrentino was kind of a celebrity. Mob hits usually get a big play, especially in New York where it’s a major industry.”
“I’ve never told any of you this. I have somebody on the inside in the Grimaldi organization. She’s in a position to keep the lid on Serrentino’s death for a day or two. The news will break tomorrow,” said Mike.
“She,” asked Bobby looking surprised?
“Yes, she works on the first floor of his building and Raymond’s office is, rather was, on the second floor. Raymond and she were tight. She found him girls who could handle some of his sicko tastes. You wouldn’t believe some of the crazy shit it took to get the old bastard off,” said Mike.
“So the rumors about Serrentino were true,” said Zack.
“Definitely, anyhow, Barbara went up to check on a girl she sent him and found the bodies. Barb locked up and gave me a call but I was on the plane,” said Mike.
“What was the girl doing up there,” asked Bobby?
“Barb didn’t say,” said Mike.
“Maybe Barb offed him,” said Brad.
“No way, he was their meal ticket. She and her worthless piece of shit husband run an escort business for the Grimaldi. Without Serrentino’s protection, it won’t be near as profitable. Last night, when I turned my cell phone on, there was a message from Barbara. Connie and I and the kids were waiting for our luggage at Logan,” said Mike.
“Sallie’s whacked too. That leaves no one in charge,” said Zack. “I never like the greedy little queer.”
“Right, so the way is open for us to take over for the Grimaldi. We’ll still use their network but the top rung of the ladder belongs to us. This time next year, we are all going to be rich. I’m not talking about a few thousand a week but hundreds of thousands, no millions, for the entire country,” said Mike.
“Just like that, we take over the Grimaldi family business,” said Zack.
“And we do it because I’ve got the connections to the Cardozo cartel. They’ll transfer their exclusive relationship to the Posse. They were probably ready to go somewhere else. Serrentino had gotten lazy. He was no longer interested in growing the business. It wouldn’t surprise me if the Cardozos ordered the hit on Serrentino,” said Mike.
“Seems like several of the top guys been taken out lately. Arturo Ontiveroes-Aredondo had his nuts chopped off in some club in Argentina then his brother Esteban got capped by a guy in his own organization,” said Zack.
“According to the Interpol report, some cunt relieved Arturo of his cock and balls while they were dancing,” said Bobby. “She sliced his pecker off while he was still alive then she sliced his heart into two halves. The perps Fedexed his dick back to Mexico to his brother as a warning.”
“Bullshit, doesn’t sound likely. Interpol’s usually full of crap. The French exaggerate everything especially if a cunt is involved. What do you think Stacy? Could you cut off a man’s peter while you were dancing?” asked Brad.
“Possibly, want me to try. There’s a butcher knife in the kitchen I could use,” said Stacy still trying to process the previously unknown and surprising information Barbara Somers was Mike’s informant inside the Grimaldi family.
“So what’s next,” asked Lou? “How do we set this up?”
“I need everyone to set aside the last weekend of the month. We’ll leave Friday afternoon and get back late Sunday night. We meet the Cardozos themselves. Everybody needs to look sharp and stay off the booze and the coke,” said Mike looking directly at Lou.
“What the fuck you looking at me for? I can handle it,” said Lou.
“Just be careful it. These guys can be real touchy,” said Mike.
“Where we going, Columbia,” asked Bobby? “I’ve never been out of the country except to Aruba and Cozumel.”
“No, the meets on their boat off Miami in international waters. It’s the biggest and most luxurious fucking yacht in the world, bigger even than the one belonging to the Queen of England. Bring the girls. We’re going to party and do some business.”
“Stacy, Adriana’s gone back to Tegucigalpa. I finally got tired of the bitch’s whining and turned her over to the INS. Tell Portia she’s going with us,” said Lou.
“Okay, if its all right with everybody,” said Stacy looking at Mike for approval.
“Why not? Bring your lesbo buddy along. We can watch the two of you get it on,” said Mike.
“Portia’s not a lesbo. She just likes to eat the occasional pussy,” said Lou defensively. “Besides I think it’s hot to watch girls go down on one another.”
“I’ll ask her,” said Stacy.
“Don’t ask her,” said Mike. “Tell her she coming. If there are no other questions about the trip, I have another announcement.”
First I learn Barbara Somers was working for Mike then Portia is invited to be Lou’s girl on the trip to meet with the Cardozo Cartel. I wonder what’s next thought Stacy as she waited for Mike to speak.
“I’m making Stacy a full fledged member of the Posse. It’s time we added a female to the team,” said Mike.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Mike,” said Zack. “We’re all law enforcement here. Stacy’s still in college.”
“She’s going to become a lawyer in a couple of years. Stacy’s handled a number of tricky situations for the Posse and she’s done a good job. With us taking over for the Cardozo connection we need new blood. Plus women have a different way of looking at things,” said Mike.
“Sort of an equal opportunity thing,” said Brad.
“Will she get a full cut,” asked Zack?
“No, she starts with a half share. But with the Cardozo money, there will be so much cash around none of you should mind. What concerns me is someone noticing local cops are living a little too high for their salary and makes an issue of it with the media or the Feds. The money needs to be tucked away until we decide to call it quits,” said Mike.
“I thought we had things covered with the media. I never will forget the look on the Globe editor’s face when we showed him the video of him kneeing down in front of Mark sucking his root,” said Bobby.
“Man with an important job, position in the community, wife and three kids don’t need pics of him sucking cock in a blonde wig, wearing panties and a bra, out on the Internet for the world to see,” said Zack.
“How was he, Mark? Did he suck dick better than Stacy,” asked Lou?
“He was okay,” said Mark looking embarrassed.
“Nobody gives better head than Stacy,” said Mike patting Stacy’s leg. “After we’re done here, she’ll give us a demonstration.”
“Good, I’ve been horny as hell since the INS took Adriana,” said Lou.
“If you cock hounds can focus on business for a few more minutes, we’ll give Stacy a proper initiation into the Posse after we’re done. I know we got good control over the local media but with the Cardozo money flowing in, we need something more and that’s why I brought Stacy into the Posse. Tell them what you are studying, Stacy,” said Mike.
“International law and finance,” said Stacy.
“Right, at the best school in the country, I know some of you think the reason I latched on to Stacy was that she was the hottest piece of ass around but that was only part of the reason. Guys, we need to find better ways to hide the cash we’re bringing in. That’s going to be Stacy’s job,” said Mike.
“I thought the Cayman Islands thing was working pretty well,” said Zack.
“Yeah, for a few million it works fine but we’re talking hundreds of millions even a billion. That kind of money attracts attention if it isn’t handled properly,” said Mike. “The Feds aren’t above bribing a bank employee to give them a list of names of their big accounts. These new anti terrorism laws give them a free hand to do pretty much anything they want.”
“Bastards don’t play fair. So what’s Stacy supposed to do,” asked Brad?
“For starters, come up with a plan to disperse our money in a way it doesn’t attract attention and present it to us,” said Mike. “You got a couple of weeks to get back to us with something, Stacy.”
“All right, Mike. I’ll get right on it,” said Stacy wondering if Mike was insane. Stacy knew next to nothing about money laundering. However she realized she could rely on Portia backed by the resources of Club Josephine to come up with something that would impress Mike and the other members of the Posse.
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“A half share, you get only half as much as they do. Haven’t they ever heard of women’s rights and the concept of equal pay for equal work,” said Portia applying lubricant to the shiny metal probe.
The set of urethra sounds Stacy ordered from the medical supply house had just been delivered. Designed for the female urinary tract, they turned out to be quite different in length and shape from the ones she’d used on Tice.
“I’m not sure the Equal Opportunity statutes apply to organized crime,” said Stacy before taking a deep breath and closing her eyes to relax her lower body. “The important thing is I prove Mike was right in choosing me by coming up with a really clever scheme for concealing the Posse’s profits.”
“There are numerous books on the topic of money laundering. But we’ll have to ask Sir Charles to locate a real expert with practical experience. There, it’s in your pee hole. I’ll let gravity take over,” said Portia releasing the sounds probe she had carefully inserted in Stacy’s urethra. She gently turned the end giving it several spins.
“Awesome,” said Stacy slowly stroking her clit enjoying the sensation of having several inches of stainless steel gradually tracking down her pee hole until it stopped in her bladder.
“How does it feel,” asked Portia?
“Erotic, weird, it makes me want to pee,” said Stacy. “God, I love the way it feels.”
“Just when you think you know all there is to know about fucking you learn something new. I never heard of sounds until Mistress Stephanie showed us. Now, for a touch of harmonic amplification,” said Portia touching a vibrating tuning fork to the tip of the Sound.
A long deep moan of pleasure beginning at Stacy’s diaphragm and moving slowly up to the back of her throat filled the room. “Oh shit, fuck, this is the oddest sensation. It’s like your pee is bouncing off the walls of your bladder,” said Stacy reacting to the vibration that began at the entrance to her pee hole and ended inside her bladder. It was one long continuum of intense pleasure.
“Can you feel the anal beads exchanging energy with the probe,” asked Portia? She was referring to the string of surgical steel balls she had previously inserted in Stacy’s rectum. Each individual ball was composed of a different alloy designed to respond differently to vibrations.
“Yes, definitely, two of them are dancing in my bowels,” said Stacy.
“Do you think you can get off if I keep it vibrating while you play with your clit,” asked Portia selecting a different tuning fork.
“Yes, I can come,” said Stacy licking her fingers before returning them to the task of rubbing a circular path around her love button.
“How are you doing,” asked Portia reapplying a different tuning fork.
“Almost out of my mind, hot, very hot and different,” answered Stacy feeling the onrush of what she knew would be a major orgasm. “I can feel the probe almost touching one of the anal beads. It’s causing it to vibrate like crazy.”
As a sweat covered Stacy experienced one of the most intense and deep-seated orgasms of her life, Portia drew out the anal beads one by one as she twirled the vibrating probe with her fingers.
“How was it,” asked Portia when Stacy had recovered enough to speak.
“Awesome, if climaxes could kill I’d be stone cold dead,” said Stacy quickly getting up off the bed. “I thought my heart was going to beat right out of my chest.”
“I need to go clothes shopping,” said Portia wiping off the Sounds probe with a disinfectant. “Will you help me pick out some things to wear on the Inca Dream?” Moments before, Stacy had orgasmed for five continuous minutes the intensity growing as each of the beads popped past her sphincter.
When Portia removed the sound from Stacy’s urethra, it had triggered a secondary orgasm lasting another several minutes. Climax over, Stacy bolted for the bathroom announcing in a loud voice, “I got to pee so bad.”
“Inca Dream, what’s that,” asked Stacy seated on the commode noisily emptying her bladder.
“The sister yacht of the Arabian Dream, one of the two largest yachts in the world,” said Portia. “The Cardozo brothers, Ramon and Esteban live on the Inca Dream year round except for a few weeks each year when it is brought into dry dock for maintenance.”
“Who owns the Arabian Dream,” asked Stacy as she unrolled toilet issue.
“A yacht brokerage now but it was built for the Sultan of Bahrain,” said Portia. “However he died and his family sold it.”
“Bahrain, one of those tiny oil rich states,” said Stacy wondering if she was ever going to stop urinating.
“Correct, one of those Arab shit holes we would totally ignore except they float on a sea of oil which means we never miss an opportunity to kiss their ass,” said Portia.
“So how did we get from the Arabian Dream to the Inca Dream,” asked Stacy standing up and flushing the commode.
“After the Arabian Dream was sold, it became part of the charter fleet. Apparently one of the Brothers Cardozo chartered it and liked what he sailed. He commissioned the same Italian shipyard that built the Arabian Dream to build the Inca Dream. It’s no larger but it is more luxurious according to what I could learn on the WEB and in Club Josephine’s files. Guess what it cost to charter the Arabian Dream for a week?”
“I haven’t a clue. Want me to sound you?” said Stacy as she walked back in the bedroom.
“Four hundred thousand dollars, isn’t that absurd,” asked Portia? “Yes, I want my bladder sounded but this time use the TENS on low voltage. I want my urine microwaved.”
“So outside of a couple of thong bikinis and some casual clothes, what do we need,” asked Stacy slipping on a pair of surgical gloves then picking up the string of anal beads and a tube of AstroGlide.
“I just want to look attractive. There is a twelve-person hot tub and a regular swimming pool on the pool deck,” said Portia raising her legs and grabbing her ankles to pull them back to where they interlocked behind her head.
Everything was quiet for a moment as Stacy pushed the first steel ball past Portia sphincter.
“Nice, the weight makes it feel different from the resin ones,” said Portia who proceeded to moan each time Stacy inserted another ball.
“Twelve person hot tub, I see an orgy in our future. Of course, we’ll go shopping together. We probably need one nice dress for Saturday night,” said Stacy squirting some surgical lubricant on the end of the ten-millimeter Sound she had selected.
“I am so grateful Mistress Stephanie taught us about sounds. That’s right, baby, slip down Miss Portia’s pee port,” said Portia as Stacy released the probe she had placed just inside the entrance to Portia’s urethra then gave a slight twirl and a nudge.
“Just let it set there for a minute while I relax and enjoy it,” said Portia. “So you are now a full fledged member of the Posse. Congratulations, that’s quite an achievement for a femme of twenty-two. At an incredibly young age you have broken through the glass ceiling of organized crime and police corruption. You may be the youngest female crime boss in history.”
“Thank you for the accolade. They even initiated me,” said Stacy twirling the Sounds handle creating a pleasurable sensation along the length of Portia’s urinary tract.
“Did you have to swear an oath of silence,” asked Portia her eyes closed? The sensation was incredibly intense, a tingling sensation reaching from the very tip of her urethra to deep inside her bladder.
“No, just fuck all six of them. I’ve developed a real taste for multiple partners,” said Stacy continuing to twirl the metal handle with her fingers allowing gravity to carry it on the journey to Portia’s bladder.
“Gang bangs are an acquired taste. I used to think it was too busy or distracting to have more than one cock in me at the same time. But guys like feeling another guy’s cock alongside theirs so I persevered. What we girls won’t do to make the boys pay us attention. After a few doubles, I moved on to triples and then having two cocks in one hole,” said Portia. “Now, I love being double stuffed.”
“It’s the sense of being totally filled with cock. When both your vagina and rectum are full, they interact with one another. You can feel the cock in your pussy better because the one in your asshole is pressing against it, and vice versa.”
“So how did you handle the six? Connect up the TENS, please. I am ready for electro stimulation,” said Portia.
“After we got naked, I knelt down while they stood around me in a tight circle. Sometimes I think they’re half gay the way they like to hug one another. I sucked one and stroked two while the other three jacked off. I keep switching so everyone gets sucked and stroked,” said Stacy clipping one TENS lead to the end of the Sound and the other to Portia’s clit.
“Spreading joy and enjoying the well-deserved attention a female receives when sucking cock. Give me a short low voltage burst to start,” said Portia taking hold of her nipples and gently twisting them.
“Then your admirer, Lou, lay on the floor and I mounted him,” said Stacy turning the dial slightly.
“I should be jealous. You harlot, fucking my man who is going to take me yachting,” said Portia. “Oh this is nice. What a rush. I can feel the voltage moving from the sound to the anal beads.”
“They were all pretty eager. With Mike gone for two weeks, there was no Friday night dinner, dancing, and orgy with the Posse’s pussy. I don’t think any of them ever have sex with their wives.”
“Lou says he hasn’t screwed Maureen in over a year. He thinks she’s balling someone behind his back. Which ones are married,” asked Portia her eyes closed? Stacy was bringing the anal bead right to the entrance of Portia’s anus then pushing it back inside with her finger.
“Mike, Lou, Brad and Bobby are married. Zack’s divorced but occasionally sleeps with his ex-wife, Katyln, and Mark has never been married. Based on the files we took out of the apartment, Mark is definitely bi-sexual.”
“Amazing how many of Boston’s male power brokers Mark has had sex with. How is he with girls?”
“Terrific, very oral, he loves to eat pussy and ass. He told me he’s dating this girl he met in one of his classes at Northeastern. Outside of Mike, Mark is the best sexual partner,” said Stacy.
“Think we’ll wind up like their wives,” asked Portia? “Electricity has so many wonderful uses, thank you Thomas Alva Edison. Thank you George Westinghouse.”
“No, I don’t think I could handle it. They’re never home, always off banging some slut.”
“Like us?”
“Yes, we are sluts for having sex with their husbands. But I’m not sure how the wives feel about it.”
“Maybe they like it that way. They have the children, nice house, and a comfortable lifestyle. Perhaps being a mother is enough of a reward for putting up with the rest of it,” said Portia.
“You’re sounding very thoughtful. Planning on marrying Monk and Les then settling down to drop a gaggle of mini Goths,” asked Stacy?
“No, I was just expressing curiosity about the mindsets of our sisters in suburbia who are home with dirty diapers while we cavort on the Inca Dream fucking their spouses.”
“We could form a Posse wives and sluts club as a support group and have monthly tell all sessions,” said Stacy. “There are times I wonder what Connie thinks about Mike. She must know he fucks around.”
“I’d like to get it on with Lou’s wife,” said Portia.
“You’ve never met her. How are we doing orgasm wise?” asked Stacy.
“No, but he is always showing me her picture and talking about her. Maureen is not a stay at home mom. She substitute teaches second grade. She also loves to cook and has one published cookbook to her credit,” said Portia.
“She sounds interesting. Find out where she food shops and meet her. Become her friend, lover and sexual partner. Then you will know how our counterparts think.” said Stacy.
“An intriguing idea, maybe I will someday. So you got banged by all six of them. How was it?”
“Good,” said Stacy. “As I said, they were all horny and eager to unload.”
“As gang bangs go, how would you rate it?”
“Good to excellent, I got doubled and tripled,” said Stacy. “I did a shoulder stand so they could double up in both my holes.”
“Yoga inversions are in the Kama Sutra for a reason. I think there is a little homosexual in all men. They love feeling another cock in the same hole.”
“Brad and Bobby Epps sure like it. They’re terrific at coordinating their movement,” said Stacy. “It’s like being fucked by the Olympic team for synchronized screwing,” said Stacy.
“Maybe they should add Synchronized Screwing to the Olympics,” said Portia. “But the French would win. They excel at anything to do with sex.”
“Let’s move to a higher setting,” said Stacy turning the dial two clicks.
“Nice,” said Portia feeling a stronger buzz in her bladder. “You right about wanting to pee. Plus I’m sweating like a pig.”
“But your urethra is blocked, silly. No urine can escape,” said Stacy increasing the voltage.
“Oh shit, my bladder feels like it’s going to burst,” said Portia working her clit.
“Orgasm first,” said Stacy increasing the voltage. “Then you can go potty.”
“I need to piss,” screamed Portia as she began to climax.
“No way, hold it and cum bitch,” said Stacy alternating between low and high voltage as Portia writhed in a prolonged orgasm while Stacy slowly tugged the beads out of Portia’s ass.
“Sorry,” said Portia as the two girls changed the sheets. “I’ll wash them. I don’t want Lucia to think we’re bed wetters.”
“My Aunt Sarah would wet herself when she got excited,” said Stacy. “She had a Welsh Terrier named Cindy who would pee when she did. She had to clean up after herself and the dog.”
“Some women have bladder control issues. I’ve never had them before but I’ve never had a Sounds probe in my bladder hooked up to a TENS. I couldn’t help myself,” said Portia.
“Next time, you stimulate my bladder with the TENS and I’ll pee in your face,” said Stacy.
“Sorry about that, agreed, let’s shower. We can sleep in my bed,” said Portia.
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