He needs new carpets and new furniture or he'll never get that smell out of here. But he probably doesn't even notice the smell and he never has compa...y. So I guess it doesn't matter.I stood nervously in the living room while he took the bag he was carrying into the kitchen. He returned a moment later and said, "So, you're a slave! That sounds kinda interesting. Take your clothes off and tell me how that came about."Fuck! I don't want to talk. I don't want to explain. I just want to get this. This was no time for small talk but a bottle of Champagne sat on ice in a tripod bucket by the bed. He was very thoughtful, I had the big luxury bed, the bubbly, a sweet mature guy, but no music. Fuck the music, I thought as the cork banged out of the neck of the bottle, he handed me a glass and I downed it in one, discarding it on the dresser then reaching behind me to unclasp my dress I pulled the zip and down it went. The midnight-blue satin swooshed down my body into a heap around my Jimmy. “What is her name?”“Sadie” came the reply. “She can be a terror sometimes.”They walked to the parking lot together. Lori, an attractive 33 year old, a full and lovely figure, and glasses, white blouse and dark blue knee length dress; and the woman, who had neglected to give her name. She was about Lori’s age, more slender and wiry, with blonde hair tied back in a pony tail. The car was in a shady corner, to keep it cooler, Lori presumed. The woman opened the back door, and stepped back to allow. “There’s that pussy” Tina said working her finger tip around the outside of my asshole. My cock tried to leap to hardness as the humiliation and stimulation I was experiencing but could only swell inside the cruelly small cage.Tina began fucking my mouth again, but more slowly this time and not as deeply either. Tina took her hand off of my ass for a second but it quickly returned and her fingers felt slick with what I assumed was her saliva. She began pressing her finger against my asshole in.