“I thought I would be jealous but watching you with Linda was just a major turn on. I think you should fuck them good, let them know what they are m...ssing.” Liesl said with a giggle.“My master is the best, he would show those bitches. Make them slaves like me.” Linda said, playing her part.“Hmm ... Wayne, when you are gone, can I play with your slave?” Liesl asked, reaching over and tweaking Linda’s nipple.“Hmm ... can you keep her in line? Remember, part of being a master is caring for your. ‘Madam,’ I said politely, ‘We are constrained by our Mistress’s instruction to behave with the utmost decorum until the musicians have departed.’ ‘Then I apologise for compromising you. I wanted, however to make my intentions plain.’ ‘I am flattered, My Lady, and would not dream of appearing to be unwelcome of your attentions in different circumstances.’ This conversation was held as if the most normal of exchanges between two ladies and I knew that Mistress Pickles would see us and not be. It practically wouldn't start when they were leaving. Jane had to open up the hood and make Grace stick her hand over the air intake to the carburetor before she could get it going. I only knew what it was by listening to Jane explaining it to Grace. When the car started, it sure didn't sound like any of ours. Jane didn't seem that worried by it though, so maybe it was a better car than I thought.I was downstairs in the kitchen with Gerta when Hans came in. He was pretty good with cars, so I. She started shaking to the beat without looking for a partner. When the record ended, a guy came over and raised an eyebrow at her. She nodded, and they danced together, or at least in front of each other, when the DJ put the next record on. Her third dance partner offered her a drink.“Phil Young,” he said when they were sitting at a table. She recognized him now. He’d done fairly well in beginning group theory a year ago. Not a math guy, but not an idiot, either. Grad student in physics, she.