Mistress took me to a turret in a circle of couches, next to an armchair where she sat, placing her hand on my head, then she caressed me as if I was ...er pet. I could understand from the position chosen in the room that Mistress Serena was a powerful member of the Club. That made my pride rise, and my joy for belonging to her grew further. After a while she saw someone, and a man-slave approach her on all fours, and whispered something in her ear. She stood up, and in a stern, loud voice,. The Bar-Bar and to a lesser extent the Club-Club were her babies in a real emotional way.“Erin, you know Lynn loves you and is sorry for thinking that she couldn’t trust you. Right?”Erin sat there fuming.“ERIN!” I raised my voice. “Right?” I said softly.“Right.” She answered in a very quiet voice.“What? I don’t think Lynn or I could hear you.”“Right!” She said in a normal tone of voice.“And you know that no matter what you do or say, she is going to blame herself for taking your daughter from. I could tell she was starting to meet my cock as I pressed it into the back of her ass, very slightly at first, then more noticeable. I moved my hand down and it found it's way into her pants. They were loose and easy to manage. I moved down more till I found my way underneath the front of her thong, which was already wet. She spoke again, "Oh My God," she said. "Oh My Fucking God!" Her voice was deeper. She was starting to get into it. My fingers found their way to her clit, and after a few. The next week, the phone rang as I was putting a roast in the oven. It was Mattie. "Darling, I want to take you to a place I know that you will love. You told me your husband is gone this whole week, so I hope you're free. I'll pick you up at eight tomorrow night, wear your sexiest outfit. There will be a lot of hot girls to compete with." The place she took me was in a town about thirty miles away, in a seedy neighborhood, but its simple exterior was guarded by two large, handsome men wearing.