Slave M was at the door, again totally naked, and welcomed usto Master Jack's home. I didn't like this idea at all; Master Jackseemed the most menacin... of all the Dom's I'd met so far. In hisown domain he wouldn't feel the constraints of being a guest andcould let his imagination run wild. M showed us where to hang ourMistresses coats and store our baggage, then escorted us into theLiving Room. Master Jack and Mistresses Rachel and Chris werelooking Steve over carefully as we entered the room.. He looked at me with a grimace on his face it was obvious now that I was in charge.I removed my foot making his cock lift off the table before placing it under, he knew it was their but was unable to see.“Go ahead…..Go on!” I made no effort to tease him and he pathetically tried to hump the top of my feet.The frustration was clear on his face that his new task was going to be unassisted. Eventually though he managed to force his cock between the arches of my feet and shoes and got a good rhythm. "So, umm you've been with LOTS of women" Julie asked again, digging for information. "Yes I have, before and after the divorce, I guess you can say I have played the field a lot". "Yeah that's cool, Andy and I sure didn't, he's all I really know" Julie stated wanting-ly, nervously shuffling her feet and staring at the ceiling while all the time ensuring the edge of her bra was still exposed. "You mean you've only ever been with my Andrew?" Peter asked surprised. "Yeah well I was kinda an ugly. I had one interesting friend there whose name was Pulkirt Singh (name changed) who was a Punjabi. He was a son of a business tycoon. His father had many chains of business shops, commercial hotels and other establishments not only in Imphal but also in other parts of the North eastern regions, as he claimed. What bothers me most was his physical attires, outlooks and manly gym toned body. He was blessed with bluish eyes that appealed me the most. I was sharing my bed room with him. It was a.