This evening was different..............very different. We had not been out for a long time and we were both adamant that tonight was going to be fun....I just did not know how much fun. We always use these nights to spur on foreplay for us to engage in later at home. As the night wore on she continued to drink a bit, not to excess but enough she had a good buzz going. At the table she was constantly crossing and uncrossing her legs with a touch of dangling in between. I had noticed her boss. Look boy, I understand this had been a very trying period in your life." He closed the portfolio on his desk and put it in the bottom drawer. "That's why I'm putting this report on you away. I'm going to give you another chance, Carl... I hope that you won't disappoint me."Another chance, hell, Carl thought, reaching for the bottle and taking another swig. The old goat was probably just waiting for him to make another wrong move, so he could tell his father on him. A knock sounded on the. Hmm, she thought, narrowing her eyes. A flash of inspiration hit her. Thegirls needed instruction, but a live subject to practice on would be evenbetter. Betty smirked at herself. What better subject than the personteaching them. She would be the slave to their Mistresses. Just thethought of serving a group of tightly cinched hotties was making herdripping wet. She reached down and probed her moist sex with two fingers.Oh yes, this was a much better idea.She quickly pulled open one of the. "And they wouldn't know, but you'd get to have sex with two more girls that you love." I guess," I start only to be cut off as she continues her thought. "But then again, that's not really going to change anything, because they are going to fuck soon anyway and you'll still get to enjoy it. But what if..." Her thinking has gone to internal dialog as she plots a course of action. It's a few minutes of quiet as Sarah keeps on rubbing my clone and giving me a very adequate hand job to the point.