Also, there was something else, the commanding tone of her voice. "Don't be late!"While showering, inexplicably, I became aroused. I wanted to touch m... enlarged penis, but something told me to stop. Was it that voice? As I dressed, I found myself selecting a daring satin bikini male thong, my most stylish slacks, a white Italian linen shirt provocatively unbuttoned, a casual silk sport coat, and Italian loafers with no socks. I looked like I was going for a night on the town. I had no idea why,. “Go change in the bathroom,” she grinned at him, “we don’t want you to break your neck.” When he came out he looked around, she was sitting on a chair in front of the long mirror that covered the door of a wardrobe her shirt wide open and her skirt pulled up so he could see her shaved pussy, he stood transfixed. “Come over here,” she smiled. He walked toward her his hard cock bouncing just a little. He stopped in front of her looking down as he felt her hand close round the shaft and squeeze. He walked straight into the lounge. He put his coat down on a plush seat in the corner, right next to a softly-licking fire and bought himself a cider from the polite elderly bar man. “You look like you need a drink.” Said the barman empathetically. “I need R & R.” Replied Liam. “You’ll get that through here, lad,” said the barman, paternally, “I’ll leave you in peace unless you call for me.” “Thanks.” Liam returned to his seat, sat down and took a long drink. He sat back in the seat, closed. After exchanging pleasantries, I told them that for tonight, I would be the master, bull and director, and DD would play my part. That since I was the master, they were my sex slaves and I was going to have a lot of fun with them was that okay? "Oh yes master!" They giggled in unison. Well, let's get prepared first, Camille, go put on suspenders, stockings and your sexiest heels and whatever else you'd like to entice your bull. Here's what Sandi wore when we played this.DD, you're going to be.