I was always on the late lunch but Emma took an even later one, only coming in for the final twenty minutes then staying later once everyone else had ...eft. When I asked her why she liked to eat alone she told me it was because she liked to eat in peace. I asked, "Peace? Isn’t that another word for lonely?" No." Oh, OK?" It’s the sellers. So loud and brash. They all think they're god's gift to women. They never leave me alone.” Emma got on a bit of a rant. “In fact they’re like flies around a. I couldn't have been hornier. At least, the thought of being hornier frightened me to my core. My stiff, wet bead trembled as it was rubbed, causing my asshole to clinch the plug tightly. The sensation sent aching pangs of sexual frustration through my body. Miss Vee adjusted herself a little, sliding her nylons down over her hips. "Can I get anyone some more drinks? The food should be arriving soon," Mistress offered, casually. Miss Vee pulled me in close to her exposed mound so I could hear. “Gimme.” I said a quick goodbye to my friend and passed the phone to her, and she put it to her ear, saying, “Hi, Mikey.” I knew that he didn’t like to be called ‘Mikey’, and she laughed at his response before going on, “I know you don’t, but Marci assures me that you’ll allow a woman with no panties on to call you whatever she wants to.” She laughed again as she looked at me and listened to him before replying, “No, I’m not, and no bra either. So I can call you whatever I want? Okay then,. I wasn’t her lover. I was her pet, her property, her plaything. I could, of course, just have stood up and left, but I knew with certainty that if I did, I would always regret it. Depraved as it was, I wanted this… that wasn’t entirely true. I didn’t want it. I craved it and, what is more, I needed it. So I stayed put, knowing that every moment was being recorded, knowing that eventually I’d pee into the glass and, even worse, I’d probably feel grateful to her for letting me. I tried not to.