“Naw, you just the bitch we be usin’ tonight,” the first guy quipped now swinging his eight inches in Susie’s face.“You want more than the t...ree of us to be fillin’ her holes with cock?” He reached down, pulled the small top panels of her suit aside, completely exposing her tits.“Possibly. You have other friends that would like to use my slut wife?” I replied, now pulling the bottom of her suit completely up in her crack. “Spread your legs, slut, let the guys see what they are going to. If I'd devoted as much time to learning sex as I'd spent learning to throw a baseball I'd have been heir apparent to Casanova. The thing was that I liked pussy just as much as I liked baseball. Maybe more. Baseball was just easier for me. I have no idea what bar we were in. I have memories of several places, all alike and all completely different, pretty much like people. Peaches had to get up and steady me on my feet, and he asked if maybe I wouldn't rather just go get some sleep. I told him. I slwoly opened the door to be greated by this older looking tall guy."Hello slut" was all he said.I took a deep breath before repling " Hello Master"I invited him in and we went into the front room where my Master sat on one of the arm chairs and told me to slowly turn around so he could see my full body in my sisters red silk panties and bra.I then hered him satnd up and move towards me and then it went dark as he slid a black silk blindfold over my eyes and then with a loud voiced he ordered. But I also know you don't like your women completely subservient or easy. I plan on making you work for me, Holland. Just like you had to work for Mother."Holland pushed Marianne on to her back. The two wrestled playfully. Their touches became longer. His lips brushed hers and she pulled him close."How did she manage to pull all this off?" Holland asked, his curiosity taking over for a second."Do you know how much money you have?" Miriam asked, seeming to evade his question."Not really," he.