I knew right away that there was a definite pecking order to us slaves. But I hadn’t realized that Masters and Mistresses also had an order of auth...rity or power.I realized pretty fast that Mistress Sam seemed to be physically the most powerful of the three Mistresses. One look at her bulging muscles told me that. She could probably hold her own against most men in a knock-down, drag-out fight. But despite that, Mistress Gloria somehow usually gets her way. She will say things in that certain. My coat was next to the desk as kissing her I felt her go backwards over the padre’s desk. Her legs opened for me to push between and moving her panties aside let my fingers search for her clit. I could feel the hard-little nub and started to rub it as she moaned into my mouth. There was no finesse about this I was so horny that I pulled her blouse open and almost ripped off her bra. She never complained just moaned as my mouth covered her nipples sucking and nibbling on them. My cock was. I can smell the sweat. I can see the chest hair matted down by his sweat."I unbuckled my straps and let my over-alls drop to my waist. I grabbed her hair and rubbed her face on my hot, sweaty chest.Tina rubbed her face through my chest hair and gave a lick here and there. "Oh master, you are so salty and so manly."Tina pulled away from me like a scared little girl and said, "Oh, no, master, I'm sorry!"I looked her in the eyes and said, "Not as sorry as you're going to be, slave."I picked her up. The answer: “If you loose again, then you have to kiss him anywhere he wants to. Or make another deal with him.”.I got another man to play with and by then our table was surrounded by other men. Every time I stretched to play a ball, I felt their eyes aiming at my pussy.I was little conscious of my pubic hair, because all Europian woman shave in some form their pussy hair and I wasn’t shaved there. But the men seemed to like my red haired crotch.I lost the game and tried to kiss the man on his.