Never mind. I, uh, think we may need to do a song from Helen Reddy and, uh, Air Supply. We might want to do something from Midnight Oil, too.”When t...e film started, Lynette moved her stool over a little closer to mine and tapped me on the shoulder. She then mouthed, “What songs are you thinking of including in our medley?”I smiled at her and saw the real gleam of passion and concern in her eyes before I took my pencil and jotted down a few possible songs. I began my list with the BeeGees’. ”“No need to be sorry, slave. It’s enough to know that you would do it, just as any of my slaves would. However, Becky would actually love to do it, because being shamed like that turns her on. I could even make her beg to do it and no matter how much she would hate being humiliated like that, she would be so wet while she did it that I would probably have to punish her for cumming without permission.”“Really Master?!”“Yes Really.”Right about then, Amy came over to us and suggested that I come. With the gown off I stood there in my tint turquoise lacy panties and high heels, and nothing else. They giggled at my modesty as I tried to keep my hands over my groin and cover my titties. I stepped into the dress and they pulled it up. All three of them fussed and fitted and pulled until they were happy. Cheryl brushed my hair again, Annie did some makeup touch ups and again Michelle spritzed me with perfume. God I smelled gorgeous!“Ok Miss Gorgeous, time to look in the mirror.” “Oh my god!”. Stepping through into the hallway he looks back andmoments later the door closes and locks again. Looking at the door tothe guest house, he wonders if she is there.Making his way down the short hallway, his heels click on the tilefloor. He walks through the kitchen and peeks into the den, he see's noone and the house seems exceptionally quiet. Back to the kitchen hestarts the coffee, and then fixes himself a bowl of cereal. As he doeshe realizes he hasn't eaten in about 24 hours. Nothing solid.