"I was blushing so much. Why was she doing this?"...Ha ha, of course I'm pulling your leg! You really think I'd do that?..."Stacey winked at me, and I...collapsed. I'd never been so freaked! But then, I should never have doubted her, I knew better than that. Stacey was one the phone for another half an hour before I, (and my cock) where released from her boots. I lay there panting for a second before she spoke."I don't think you had finished, slave," she said sternly, before helping me up, and. Shall I find you a different drink?" No, that's all right. I'll sip at it. It's the holidays. One won't kill me." She smiled while swimming in his eyes, which were the color of crystal clear, tropical water. She knew he got it for her to warm her up, not get her drunk, still it was fun to tease him. "I'm actually surprised you wanted to come. I know you hate these business functions that masquerade as a party." It must be the company I'm keeping these days. I don't mind them as much anymore,". It was really nice of him to invite me to be a member. As a matter of fact, you and your husband both have made me feel right at home."Sherry had sat down on his sofa before he finished that sentence. She almost immediately crossed her beautiful lets and started to swing her foot perhaps to draw his attention. It didn't matter because she had King's full attention as it was.He could feel the bulge in his pants getting larger as she smiled back putting her arm across the back of the sofa."Why. It was formally written and had a place for each signature at the bottom and a place for a witnesses’ signature. Sue swallowed, uncomfortable about bringing anyone else into their game.She read the terms of the wager:Following the games of November 17, either Sue Beard or Gwen Falk will be enslaved for the Thanksgiving weekend to the other. Slavery will commence at noon on Thursday, November 22nd and end at midnight on Sunday, November 25th (unless the slave willingly agrees to continue in.