The pavement was black, oily streams of water ran down the steep grade carrying ash and debris from the hacked away front of the house. Hoses were eve...ywhere, curled in piles or strewn haphazardly across curbs, soft now, spent but still dribbling out their last drops. Spotlights glowed on the quiet efficient movements of men and women who knew the danger was past, at least here, at least for now. They stowed their gear and climbed into trucks, silently leaving the scene until only two trucks. Without comment, she turned around and stood in front of the board. "I'm sure you're anxious to get your lesson started." She motioned with the pointer and said, "As you can see, this is going to be a lesson in male anatomy." She smiled at the guy sitting on the stool and he smiled back at her. "This is David and he's going to help us out this morning." She held out her hand to him and waved it up and down. David stood up and shrugged out of his robe so that it fell back onto the stool. He was. It was something new...and I liked it. And Stephen liked it too! After a few drinks from my bellybutton(which cannot contain so much champagne, I have to say), he was pouring thechampagne all over my body, and in my mouth, and he licked me all over... itwas lovely, and I enjoyed watching Tim and Roos doing the same thing rightnext to me... When the bottles were empty, Tim said: "I am going upstairs with oneof my maids, and have some real good new year sex... and when I come back,the maid thing. I moaned involuntarily at his touch. ‘You like that.’ I smiled, and nodded. ‘You’re quite the slut, aren’t you?’ I nodded again. ‘I have been thinking about you ever since I saw you with your boyfriend earlier. I wanted to fuck you then, and I certainly want to fuck you now.’ I promise, Master, I still didn’t say a word. Though I suppose, since I didn’t shake my head or scream, he probably felt encouraged. At any rate, his hand slid down my body from my breasts and he cupped my pussy. With his.