She rasped, "will you take me home with you?" I whispered back, "I came with friends, let me see if they are good with driving us out to my house." Th...y had been watching and were ready to go. Talk about good friends. We got to my house and my buddies pulled away. I cautioned, "my dad will be asleep, be very quiet." We came in, I grabbed another couple of beers from the fridge and we went back to my room. Thankfully it was on the opposite side of the house from my dad's room. We went in. I didn’t want to tear my eyes away and miss anything so I reached behind me to my naughty draw and pulled out my purple bunny rabbit vibrator. As I stared at the girls slim, wet body I moved the vibrator down to my pussy and pushed it inside my lips. At the same time I saw her hands move down to her pussy. I could just see her hands rubbing in between her legs, just at the top of where the window ledge started. God what a view! I knew it was wrong but I just couldn’t help myself. As. Those were obviously meant for the slaves. Even though both the slaves were taller than the mistresses, they both had to look up to the mistresses. While other tables had four chairs each, our table had an extra chair and a woman was sitting in it. Her tag only said 'S'. Without the name of Master or Mistress on it. The two Mistresses ignored her completely and so of course, did the slaves."Well, looks like somebody has been a naughty slave." My Mistress remarked as we sat down. The slave. She was the hard charger, the take controller, the take no prisoners-er,( I smiled at my own mental pun). I, on the other hand, am the peacemaker, the loving kind one, the one who loved hours of girl talk turned pillow talk.Yes, I am a somewhat submissive, pretty, lipstick wearing, kiss your coochie all night lesbian. I love it. I adore women. And I was, at forty-two years of age downsized out of a once lucrative career. Consequently, after almost a year of depression that led to a broken.