She said that her mother-in-law is going back the next day and that she will call me after that. As promised she called me on Friday evening and said ...hat she will be alone the next day. She invited me for a lunch. How could I decline such a golden opportunity and I readily accepted the invitation. I suspected some good luck for me so I bought a pack of condoms for me. On Saturday I reached her house at around 12:30 in the afternoon and rang the door-bell. She came out on a red saree and red. "Their curiosity about the "Master" comment was evident in the looks they were giving Sandy as she nodded."You all agree, then? You will accept my mark on your chests?"After looking at their mother again they all nodded in agreement. Beth was smiling slightly. Tiff and Britt seemed very happy about getting my mark. Or maybe it was the wine and sedative doing what I had expected."I have a friend coming over in a few minutes that will do your marks. You can choose the color of your mark from. I like men. I like to wear panties and bras and perfumefor men. I like to make men hard. I want to be a good girl for men. Myname is cumslut Megan and I like to make men cum."Emily clapped her and hands and patted me on the head like a puppy:"Very good Megan but you DO need to work on your girly voice. Use ahigher pitch from now on. Do you understand?" Yes Miss Emily." Good girl. Now let's go in. Class is about to start."Well at least I was right about the timing. Almost all of the seatswere. Her knees cross as she fidgets. Joi glances at the gap between the girl's inner thighs. Joi looks over the top edge of her glasses. “The game is service. And that means?” Ashley hesitates. “On my knees?” “ Is that an answer or a question?” Ashley stands up straighter. “On my knees.” “ That's better,” Joi encourages. “Always on a lower level. Now if the game calls for romance or seduction, equal footing would be fine. The game of service has very specific rules. And never, ever, ever pink.