What can I say? I cannot imagine a better cook than Sally – it was all excellent. I did justice to mine, though there was something in the atmospher... that troubled me, more than the others not saying very much. We finished the meal, declined Sally’s apple pie – a significant omission – and retired to the lounge with tea or coffee as preferred.Jonny still didn’t say anything beyond praising Sally’s cooking, and even that lacked something.“Come on, Jonny. Spill it.”He sighed. “Well, Jerry...” he. I looked at her suspiciously. ‘She’s seventeen, it’s OK,’ Lara added as if age might be the only grounds for me objecting to fucking in front of someone I had just met. I was male, twenty-five and single, which made me an easy lay. But did I want her to know I was quite that easy? Sally was certainly pretty: A tall, curvy brunette with a wicked smile. If I had been alone with her there is no question I would have tried to get inside her pants. And I would have definitely been game to try if. " She paused for a second, then said, "Actually my slut here has a small favor to ask." She pulled on the leash until Kim was on her knees. "Well, slut? Ask!"Kim was a bright red, embarrassed and very aroused. "Master Ken, would you please use this slave's asshole before we leave tonight?" With that she spun on her knees, then fully bent over, offering Ken her asshole. It looked a little red, but fairly slick."I had Genie prepare her, " said Ellen by way of explanation. "And since she offered. “What’s going on in there?” she asked, breathlessly.“I don’t know,” said Suzie weakly. She had no trouble imagining Bobby. She’d seen him undressed lots of times. She’d seen Melanie nude too, but she just couldn’t manage to put both of them in the same scene.Tiffany sat back down, almost gingerly, like she was sore. “Do you think it just happened?” she asked, her voice shaky.“What were they doing all this time, if it just happened?” asked Suzie.They listened to the quiet. Almost as if someone.