“Charming sight, isn’t it?” said the Master. “Well, let’s leave them to it for a while. When they’re both nicely warmed up we can do some ...eally enjoyable things to them.” There was a bar at one end of the room, serviced by a pretty slave-girl, wearing only the glittering steel cuffs and piercings of the standard uniform for slaves in this house. She smiled charmingly and asked me what I would like to drink. My throat was dry from the excitement of watching Natsuko enjoying herself and I asked. It seemed like she was gone a very long time when she emerged from the other room wearing only a t-shirt. “Sorry, I had to get out of that dress,” she said.“You’ll get no complaints from me," I replied as I reached my hand under the shirt and squeezed her ass. “You never get enough, do you?” she asked moving my hand away. She walked toward the fridge to get something, but I wouldn’t let her get away. I grabbed her by the arm, spun her around, and pinned her up against the kitchen counter. I. The gentlemen patrons were extra attentive. Pausing mid-dance, she invited the younger clientele to join her on stage. The waiters walked among the tables beseeching the female teenagers to take the stage. Some parents were more outwardly encouraging than others. The belly dancer helped the girls experiment with hip rolls and sliding walks, while snaking their wrists and forearms skyward. It was all fun. Several of the chicly dressed young ladies were striking in their natural nubile beauty. At. I teased her nipples and they hardened and rose. Her breasts were perfect and petite.Satisfied, I headed south across her flat stomach, lower, ever lower, until with a sigh of pleasure, I held her pussy. Soap came into its own. I explored more than washed, loving how small she was in my hand.Rachael suddenly shoved my hand away, stepped forward and turned. Her eyes were heated, dark and beautiful.“You did that deliberately,” she accused.“Do what?” I asked, trying to look innocent.“My turn.”She.