She had baggage and trust was a huge issue, but I had been straight forward about her being my slave. She agreed to serve but I had not told her of th... others. It would be a tense moment but once pushed hard enough she would either submit or flee. After the initial time if she came back was an entirely different story.Then came the discussion of Officer Cindy Smith. Talk about a wild card. I had no frame of reference in dealing with a cop and could only guess what her motives in talking to me. I was wearing a black lace thong, matching the bra he had already seen as well. I told him that was as high as I could get it that he would have to pull it up the rest of the way to expose the tattoo. As I felt his hands grab the material of my dress on each side I leaned forward onto the table, bracing myself on my forearms, my ass poked out against his crotch as he leaned in to hold my dress up as he talked about my tattoo. I told him it was too bad he didn’t give massages because he hands. " This really pissed me off, but I had no choice. "You'll know it's them because there should be two knocks about...now." There were two more. Bonnie got up naked and dripping and opened the door.I had never met either man, but now I was naked and my cock was semi-hard and covered with cunt juice and semen. The men came in grinning. I wasn't sure about this, but each offered his hand and I shook them. Roger, her father, said, "Looks like we got here too late for the main event. Pretty. Damn, she was easy to impress.“Jared,” he introduced himself, “pleasure meeting you folks. So, what brings y’all out here tonight? First time here?” he asked two questions.I answered the second one first, “Yes, it is our first time here. It’s also our first time doing this.”“Oh, cool, well welcome,” he said, not waiting for me to answer the first question.“Thanks,” Janet said, sipping her Champagne.“As for what brings us out tonight, well, my wife and I are hoping to have a threesome with a.