Sarah was somewhat ahead of us, but now she has stopped and turns around to face us, waiting for us to catch up.The sun is right behind her, and I can...clearly see the silhouette of her body through the thin white fabric of her dress."You are beautiful", I say as we reach her. Her dress is low-cut, and I can see that she didn't bother to put on a bra. I reach around her waist and squeeze her butt cheeks, which appears to be without panties. "You are not wearing anything," I happily declare."Yes. No question. In fact, maybe we should go out tomorrow night. I can be your wingman. Wouldnt that make you feel uncomfortable? she wondered. Not at all. I would like to meet someone. I havent had sex since your father passed away, she paused after saying this, clearly feeling like she said something that she shouldnt have, Sorry! Thats weird for me to say to you. I think its the wine. I laughed and assured her, Dont worry about it. I get it. Everyone has a need for intimacy. I agree but Ill try. After a few moments my master was back. Even now it amazes me how quickly I went from being a straight youth who called a man Bryan to a cock sucking, cum guzzling, piss drinking, submissive faggot who thought of this man as his master. ?Get up bitch!? again he dragged me to my feet by my upper arm. He was fully dressed and as he dragged me back through the bungalow he thrust my clothes into my arms. Without even allowing me the dignity (god knows he’d stripped me of enough of that) to get. Kelli walked to the middle of the open space leading Mike. The girls noticed he did not look at them; his eyes were on Kelli alone. He moved to stand in front of her. She started undoing buttons on his shirt, following the usual routine. When she removed his shirt, hugged, and kissed him, there was a hiss of whispered comments from the bed. Kelli concentrated on keeping to their routine and ignored the comments.As usual, as more came off Mike started kissing and sucking her nipples and she was.