I lowered myself down and examined her pussy closely. It was very wet. “You’re very wet.” I told her, loudly, then slapped her lightly on the as.... She blushed hard as all the women around us looked at her. I led her the around the rest of the room, back to the bar, exposed like that. With her hands bound, she was unable to raise her panties and cover herself. I let her have the rest of her drink as a reward, then turned her around so she was facing the dance floor. Everyone could see that her. Bitches apparently, which was probably for thebest. He didn't bring them home at least and, thankfully, that wasn'tbecause of me. He could have easily explained me away as the nanny inany case. No, the reason he didn't bring them home to meet the girls wasbecause none of them measured up to Beth, except for maybe in the sizeof their breasts. He just needed the sex.The girls met one or two of his former dates at some school event orother and didn't have much to say good or bad. They were. The old man's erection was full and painfully stiff now, he was excited,triumphant, this sissy's fight was broken, he was his to have and hewould never let him escape. The thought made him chuckle, his erectiongrowing even bigger at the thought.He stood up then, dragging Richie's limp sobbing quivering body up withhim, thrusting him over the big oak kitchen table. He breathed deeplyrelaxing himself, he was used to being patient and he knew fromexperience that the next half an hour would be. Look at them.” Tabitha eyes flicked down to my nipples poking at the linen. “They want to be played with, too.”She leaned down, her red hair caressing my face, and sucked on my nipple through my nightgown. Her saliva soaked through the material, warm and wet. My nipple ached as she nibbled and sucked, shooting delight down to my pussy.Something squirmed in my depths.“Oh, yes,” I moaned. “That’s it, Tabitha. Mmm, yes. Get me excited. Stimulate me and sprout my tentacles. And then I’ll play with.