Turn over. One slap on the arse for not greeting me.Slap - another one for playing without permission.Slap - another for impudence.I grab your hair an... pull your head backwards - now you can thank me for having an orgasm you didn't deserve.A slut like you can only have one master if you're to serve me properly.Your urges are MY concern - you should always ask permission 1st - even if I'm not here!Now you can make amends.Put your fingers in your pussy, put them in your mouth and stick your. Oh, my god, so itwasn't a dream!I sat up and looked down at myself. Through strands of blonde hair I sawtwo perky breasts beneath black satin pyjamas. Oh wow!The redhead (Gabrielle, I remembered in a flash) told me to shower andto meet her downstairs. I got out of bed and, noticing my stockingedfeet, went into the small bathroom. I wasn't truly prepared for what Isaw in the mirror.A sleepy blonde in heavy makeup stared back at me. She opened her mouthand whispered, "Well hello. On the other side lived twomiddle-aged men, possibly gay, possibly cousins, she neither knew norcared. They seemed to spend their time crafting jewels and knick-knacksout of semi-precious gems for sale to craft shops and tourist traps.Opposite was the blank wall of a warehouse. The village as a whole wasgenteel hippy; not the kind to care about or condemn sexualpeccadilloes.Of course he came. Wearing t-shirt and board shorts he was walkinghesitantly past her place and looking. He was going to. She couldn’t keep her hands off it. She stroked and caressedthe enormous twitching prick. It was fierce and magnificent, andripply with veins and jumping powerfully. “Billy, it’s gigantic!” she murmured. He grinned sheepishly. “The guys call me Trigger,” he said. “Mmmmmm!” Randi bent forward and began to lick it. She curled hertongue around the swollen purplish bulb at the top. Billy pantedand quivered uncontrollably. .