She was too tired that night to mess around, but since we’d been pretty active...”Doug interrupted not wanting those details. “I get the picture... What happened the next day?”“Right. The next day she was kinda jumpy—excited like. I asked her about it and she said she was really looking forward to the girl’s night out. I saw her talk a minute with that guy again, and she looked over at me and waved then he looked at me and waved too. I figured they just acknowledged knowing each other and she. ." My mind was whirling. Did I forget that I wrote Janice a card? Did this happen sometime last night? What was going on?"Oh my god..." Janice muttered, reading the card"What??" I asked. "What does it say?" I reached for the card.Janice held it away from my grasp, "Well, it says to..." What?" It says I'm supposed to tell you something." What? That's crazy. Why would it say that? What are you supposed to tell me?" Do you really want to know?" Yes!" It says to say: 'Slave Pamela..."Hold on, I. Marcia asked me if I knew why she was here. I said that Marilyn told me that she had friends who liked to enjoy themselves and, after meeting one of them this morning, I think I have a pretty good idea what’s on for tonight. Marcia said that Marilyn had told them about her night with me, and that they didn’t believe her. So Sarah was elected to check me out, independently as it were. I asked if I had passed their test. As they quickly moved to sit beside me on the sofa, one each side, I guess I. She answered “Yes” and I felt around her vagina, letting my fingers flow through her pubic hair and soon slipped my fingers inside her warm, wet and slippery vagina and started to finger her. I heard her sighs of pleasure as I did my best to please her and after a while she asked if I would like to go further with her. I asked if she meant Sex and she nodded. She pulled me towards her and kissed me again and whispered to look in her bedside drawer, I did and found some white rope and a rubber.