She slides off his jeans and boxers as he begins to slide off her pants as well. She grabs him and starts to slide her hand up and down, looking at hi... face and watching is gasp. She turns him on his back and with one hand massages his balls while the other one holds him as she sucks on him. She starts slow at first, then goes a little faster. Taking him in as much as she can. She moves her hands to his thighs and starts to rub his soft skin. Sucking on him until she can taste he’s getting. "Sure, that would be great," I responded as I watched her cute ass sway into the kitchen. We made small talk for a while than her congenial tone changed."Well, let's get to it. You ready to become my little slut bitch?" she asked."Yeah, I guess so," I replied. Before I could even finish she had slapped me in face."Is that the proper way to address me bitch?" she inquired."No mistress," I replied."Mistress?" she laughed. "Oh no my little bitch. A mistress doesn't have a 9 inch cock, does she?" I. The two women were a few feet apart. “You look great”, said Margo“So do you, God you look stunning.”, gushed Vicky , then covering her mouth with her hand, as if she had already said too much.Margo moved on the other side of the bed, her back to the window. The room was dark except for the reading light next to the bed. The starlight was coming through the window and Margo knew her nightie was becoming transparent. She wore nothing underneath.Vicky was restless and played with her hands. “Still. Still, in spite of the shirt, Stacy looked somehow different. She seemed so peaceful. So at ease. Considering the situation we were now in, she seemed so relaxed. She occasionally would lean down and gently kiss my forehead. She spoke softly..."I had to do it, honey. I didn't want Rick to hurt us." I sat looking up at her as she spoke."I think that, maybe, if we just do as Rick says, neither of us will get hurt. You know, honey?"I listened quietly. Confused. My instinct told me Stacy.