Iopened the door, a naked young white girl dashed in to the hall. She was atall, very pretty blond girl, her hair reached down to her shoulders. "Ia... sex slave Susana," she said. "Are Mistresses Alicia and Alana here?" "TheMistresses are waiting" I said. "Follow me" I led her into the main room ofour house where our Mistresses were waiting. Susana was made to stand inthe middle of the room with her legs apart. Her nigger mistresses had already shaved her cunt and you could see her pussy. It was a given! We were sitting at the bar and just watched the guys (they sat at a table) drinking and talking and laughing and just having a good time. We could overhear their conversation. They were from Texas, California, Florida, Mississippi and Ohio. All here for the training center down the road. Sherri made the first move. She got up to go to the restroom and walked past their table. She "accidentally" brushed against Mississippi and said "sorry" and looked him in the eyes and smiled. "Adam will be there!" "I don't care. I don't want to see him," I say, my heart twisting at the mention of his name. "Lexxa, please go with me," she begs as she stares at me through the mirror. "For me, please? You're my best friend, it shouldn't be this hard to convince you to go somewhere with me," she accuses. I groan and stare at her. "I hate when you guilt trip me like that," I say, annoyed. "Does that mean yes?" she asks smiling. "No." Her smile fades and she pouts. "Lexxa, you are. Can I be any clearer than that?”“No.”She moved to straddle my lap, just as she had done this morning. Her luscious pussy was exposed to me, fresh, moist, pink, and topped with her soft blond hair. The final battle with my conscience was over the second she kissed me. This was a woman, a beautiful, sexy, newly-ripened young woman, and she was in heat. If I could, I would fuck her all night.We made out for a while, kissing, hugging, and fondling. Her covered breasts were alive in my hand, and my.