." I asked extremely nervously."Yes," she laughed, "but I am inviting you for the night out, not as entertainment for my Master." Oh," I exclaimed in ...elief."Before you agree, however, you should know that there are certain entrance requirements," she told me."What are the requirements?" I asked."They are different each week, and often for each person," she told me. "One thing in common, however, is no panties and a short skirt." Well, I can't wear panties at night anyway," I informed her. Her body was so inviting as she sensually moved her pelvis over the supportive pillow, her lovely round ass rotating gently in a private rhythm only she could hear. The background sound of lusty love making coming from the TV added to the scene of the couple’s sex play in its early stages. Joan now felt Mark’s hand between her legs as he began to touch and tease her exposed vulva just below her beaded rectal opening. He rubbed her wet slit spreading her wetness over the surrounding folds and. As Greg’s eyes moved down the end of the bar he noticed a striking young woman perched on a bar stool, nursing a regulation cocktail. Dressed in a tight-fitting white dress that was belted by a red strip of leather, the full length of her shapely tanned legs were exposed by the dress’s short hemline. Her red shoes with towering heels were hooked on the rung of the stool to hold herself steady. Her soft brown hair brushed her shoulders. Bright red lipstick highlighted her full lips and Greg. He came looking for her in the morning after you left for work. Dressed like a cop. Might really have been a cop too. I was the one who killed the deer, to hide his blood.”She abruptly leaned forward, resting her forehead in her hands while staring down at the table. “Oh shit, Kai. I had no idea.” She shook her head against her hands. “Shit.” She shook her head a second time. “Shit, shit, shit.”“Sorry,” I whispered. “But there was nothing else I could do. He flat out told Gabriella he was going.