“We're slaves, you can speak to us. Besides, Master and Mistress don't mind if we have a free tongue.” “Some of us have too free tongues,” sni...fed Mercedes. Penny waggled her tongue at her. “I'll show you just how free it can be tonight.” An excited twinkle appeared in Mercedes eyes. “May I ask a question, Miss Penny?” “Of course, sugar,” Penny rolled her eyes. “And it's Penny. We'll be gettin' to know each other real well.” “Mercedes said my hair is the wrong color?” “Who do we look like?”. She gave him her number and he invited her to his house for a party. She said there were guys, gals, alcohol, d**gs and music. At the first party she got drunk and high. He was dancing with her hold her close and asked if she was horny and wanted to get fucked. She told she has been ready for hours. He led her to a bedroom and pushed her down and pulled her dress up and fucked her. He shot a load in her pussy and then asked if she wanted more. She told him yes. She thought he was going. Theeffect was almost immediate, apart from the burning in my nose mysenses seemed to be dulled to everything except Warren's hand on myass, yet I felt more focused and alive. I staggered slightly againstWarren in my clumpy heels and he took the opportunity to kiss me againand pull me down on to the couch next to him. Immediately we wereengaged in passionate kissing and groping. Used now to the invader inmy mouth I responded enthusiastically with my own tongue and withoutconsciously realising it. Much to my frustration, he was clearly interested, often stroking my shoulders or hair, or brushing his fingertips against my skin just enough to make my pussy quiver with excitement, but all that changed one afternoon in July.The office was quiet, recession had slowed orders and staff had been sent home early for the day, only me, my boss and a couple of other girls worked away on the whole floor, I was tucked away in the far corner by the big windows sitting at my desk, I could just see the.