At last she drifted off, her dreams filled with contracts, movie sets and, above all, the smiling face of Spiker, her new found friend."Mr. Thompson, ...'m Kathy Weaver."Kathy had climbed the stairs to the second floor of the time ravaged building since the elevator no longer worked. She had found the office door with "Charles Thompson - Producer" in cheap, stick on letters."Oh yeah," said the bald, pot bellied man of fifty or so, his double chins shaking as he chuckled, "your the girl Spiker. He teases me with his fingers as he leans over and sucks on one of my nipples. Slowly slides a finger inside me and I moan loudly.I see that our actions have caught the attention of one of the viewers. I motion him to come over. As he walks up I see his pants are unzipped, and his cock is straining against his underwear. I reach over and release his cock as he sits down next to me. I stroke his cock and then rub his balls slowly. Mark smiles at us and moves to kneel in front of me. He lifts my. After the wild weekend, I could use a little relaxation. Wethrew on our nightgowns and went downstairs.Candy had been busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast. In addition tobeing a convenient toy for Regina Rae to have around, she was an efficientmaid. I wondered what their relationship was like during the week whenRegina Rae wasn't preoccupied with guests. I imagined that they enjoyed alot of hot sex. Candy entered Regina Rae's den, where we had gathered, withcoffee and muffins. She wore a PVC. The pain was intense. The knees almost gave way but she held me up, hugging me. She was impressed by what I had endured and how my tits looked at the moment. No blood, but a lot of little poking marks. Kneel and relax a bit was her next order and she placed herself next to Master on the couch.When Master was done and put his laptop to the side, he had me stand and he placed one set of clamps next to my nipple (on the aureola) and the other set on the other side of the nipple. I knew exactly.