Mary and I actually got along famously, going out to diner, going to the lake camping or just staying at home fucking each other’s brains out. Carol...ne was always invited, but she found other things to occupy herself most of the time. It didn’t matter, Mary and I made our own party - if Caroline chose to be somewhere else, that became her problem. Mary and I were very compatible, despite the big age difference. To my knowledge, Mary never went out with or slept with anyone but me. I guess in. On one side of the large room was abar area where the members could relax and have a drink, usually whilsttheir victim was strapped to some devious and ingenious device withsomething vibrating deep inside her, the guys would sit and chat for awhile, laughing at the very obvious discomfort of their victim as shewrithed and squirmed within her relentless bondage, muffled screamsbarely audible from under her tightly gagged mouth as she could only waithelplessly for the group to have their fun with. I'm drinking in the view. Linda adds, just call me slut for tonight and we'll see how it goes. I reply, Ok Slut show me under that skirt. Linda lifts up the short hem and spreads her legs slightly revealing now a completely bald pussy. She says, it just had to come off. I go down on my knees and begin to lick at her wet pussy. Linda now holds my head as she ets the skirt drop and squats down leaning back against the sofa. Her knees spread wide and her shaved pussy exposed for me to continue.. I really didn’t care for the way my father ordered her about like a General commanding the troops. It was only after I graduated college that, I finally had the nerve to ask her why she put up with it.‘I have a little side-thing going on, dear,” she had said, while patting my hand. “Now just keep this between us; while your father provides for me, I’m not providing for him!” She broke into a wide, Cheshire-Cat smile.After some needling, whining and begging from me, she finally admitted she was.