How odd?"Welcome to the House of Joy, my dear."It was a small frail-looking woman of about twenty years older than Martha who had spoken. She was wear...ng a neat, well-cut tunic in black with House of Joy embroidered on the front in small gold lettering."I am the Madame here and you are now working for me. We found you almost dead on the Plaza aircar park and it looked as though the Purity League had worked you over. I know of your work, because I know all about the working girls in this part of. Sofie's smile turned a bit more mischievous as we continued with the small talk of our similar sexual tastes. I could have swore the gorgeous dyke was actually flirting with me. She loosened up her bibs, showing off her braless tank top as we continued our girl talk of the usual gossip: 'Who's doin what with who?'I told her of Veronica's lingerie parties that have recently evolved into sex toy parties, and our annual shopping trip that turned into a small orgy last month. Sofie listened with. " What'll I wear Jan?" Just like a woman! 'What'll I wear'? Jane, in order to look likea pair of lesbians we'll wear the same thing - slacks, knit tops,bullet bras and four inch heels, gold necklaces, gold chandeliers andChanel number five. We'll dance together and look hot. Then we'llcome home and fuck like mink. We'll have a ball." Why lesbians, Jan?" That'll help keep the men off us. This'll be fun Jane, it's anotherof my fantasies - well, maybe fantasy is too strong. I'll just callit a cute. "Turn around," he commanded, "...spread your legs further apart." Y-yes, daddy," I said, and obeyed him.When I had my back to him he pulled me closer. He reached around me and began stroking my penis again. Then I felt his hand massage my bottom-cheeks. Soon, his fingers parted my cheeks and I felt a digit rub my anus. My body twitched when he pressed his finger against my anus.He pulled his finger away then quickly returned it to my tiny hole—it was wet. I guessed he coated his finger with his.