"We knocked on Mistress Brianna's door a few minutes after 7:00. Zoe opened the door and led us back into the suite. She directed us to the Master Bed...oom (that word took on a whole new connotation) where Brianna was lying on the bed, naked. Adele and Sandra were suckling her breasts and another slave we hadn't had the pleasure of meeting, was between her legs, licking and sucking her mistress's bald, slick cunt.Brianna said, "Slave, sit in that recliner here by the bed; Sam, you can sit. She started off fairly slow and steady, sucking cock like a loving girlfriend might, her head bobbing up and down in my lap as I looked down on her. But she would often look up at me, looking me straight in the eye, with my dick in her mouth.After a while, she changed it up. She began trying to deep throat my cock, occasionally gagging on it, but carrying on regardless. Saliva flowed out of her mouth when she came up for air; she let it drip off her chin and drop onto my dick and balls. There. ?Sorry sir, there is an electrical problem on this floor, we need to check the outlets.? With a tired sigh you open the door and turn away, intending to find your pants. Suddenly a leg snakes out and trips you to the floor! Stunned, you lie there a moment, meanwhile your intruder jumps on your back and pulls your hands behind you, tying them together with plastic restraints. Disoriented you try to throw them off your back, but they have turned around and are grabbing your flailing legs. Pulling. "I stared at Heather. What did she think? She didn't seem to mind. "That doesn't bother you?" I asked."Nope. I know who he is, and how he'll be, and how he won't. I don't have to worry." Amazing," I said."I'm not the jealous type," she said."Weird," I said. I put my hand out. "No offense." None taken. I like you. I'm cool."Okay."Heath," Jean-Luc said. "You got anything for dessert?" Ice cream." Yeah!" I said.They all looked at me. So much for sounding like an adult. I bit my lip.Jean-Luc leaned.