The Gimps were pressed into service as waiters, dispensing wine and canapés to the assembled group, each act of service precisely performed. Adelaide...and her performers were all still in the costumes they had worn for the show. The Gimps were in their hoods and harnesses and, in accordance with normal custom, all wore silencing gags, symbolic of their surrender of control.Adelaide had found that these after-show parties were an excellent way to thank the communities that gave the circus. With another deep breath to clear my mind I walked to the door and looked inside. Ana was sitting on an ambulance bed with CodieAnn holding her. She was crying and Codie was rocking her.Walking over to Ana, I sat down on the other side of her, and pulled her into my chest. She started crying as I held her tightly. Just as I was about to ask about our daughter, the other door opened and a man walked in carrying something in his arms.He walked over to us and said, "Ma'am, your daughter is fine. I. "You don't mind if Sandy and I use you for some target practice, do you?" he asked smiling."No, Master. Please, use your slave," she panted.Her eyes were dilated, despite the brightness of the sun."Would you like to sit back for a few minutes while I warm her up with this?" asked Ken."Sure," replied Sandy.She'd been spreading out the blanket that had been in the bag. Now she kicked off her flip-flops and sat back, legs spread wide, slowly rubbing her pussy.Ken turned back to his slave, and. Lisa turned and saw, and I watched her eyes flash for a moment, before she turned away and started pouring the teas.Simone set the unit down on the floor and we sat on stools at the breakfast bar while I tried to tune in to Lisa’s reaction.She came over with the teas and sat down too, smiling a touch deliberately, I thought, at me and Simone on the other side of the breakfast bar. She was taking us both in at once.Shit. There were signs, and Lisa had picked them up. I’d instinctively sat next.