At nine, it was already crowded with a wide assortment of colourful costumes.Donna’s skimpy costume caught the most eye contact showing the most ski... of any woman there. I got us each a drink, and we had to share a table with another couple. “We’ll have to be careful about what you do. My Chief and the Base Chief are here.”“But you can say this is my costume. Believe me, they’d be looking at my tits and ass just like the other men,” she countered.“Are you supposed to be a cheerleader?” She was. As she walked past a couple of people gave her head a pat and while Mrs Miller paused a moment, a man put his hand between her legs.Mistress Miller swiped his arm, “If you tease the slave she is allowed to bite you.”Kim gave a half hearted bite in the man’s direction and he turned away. Another man looked like he was turned on by what he had seen but Mrs Miller gave her another slap and she walked back in to the room.“Can I talk Mrs Miller?”“Of course, though you need to call me Mistress Miller. Sitting back down in the front room I eagerly counted down the time until I was due to have a shower, trying to keep myself occupied with things to do and watch on TV despite the time dragging on and suffering from a case of blue-balls. I even managed to have another encounter in the bathroom a couple of hours later on to take a piss which mom was only too happy to oblige, again going through the same routine as before.Mom made me a another cup of tea and with the time approaching 2 o'clock. Hard, a real ‘stiffie,’ it stuck farther out in front of him, fat and filled with blood. As I took a closer look I saw the head and crown of his man-tool were the color purple and it too was wider than I remembered it before.Yep, I had seen Art bare, before, of course under different circumstances. One that even my trusted, friend and fellow, teacher was not aware had happened back when we all were back in high school.For what I had in mind for Art’s already red behind, no matter how hard he.