I gently lifted her leg to expose the cock and after I kneeled, I started licking both her pussy and his cock. I could taste the old cum and the pussy...juices smeared all over their organs.“Do you want more?” I heard him ask while busy with my tongue.“Yes, please,” I answered.He got up slowly. I knew our roles changed. Today he would turn me into his docile sperm addict whore.“Stand up and bend over!” he commanded, “put your tongue in her pussy!” he asked. I obeyed. He kneeled behind me, buried. How can I wear it in public. What will I do?" "Your Master bought this dress, Yes?" "Yes Madam." "Well then, you will wear it when and where you are told to do so." "Yes Madam," Brenda said as she looked down. "My dear you look stunning in all three of these dresses. My god, in this dress you will make men faint and women will be green with envy. Don't you understand? Your Master wants to show off his beautiful slave. There are much worse things you know. Would you prefer to be ignored?. If you knew some of the things that pass through my brain, you'd think I was totally loopy." I felt a weight lift from my chest as I realised that my secret was no longer mine to bear in silence. In fact, now that I saw that the world was standing up fine to the awful truth, it began to seem a good deal less substantial itself. "Like the way I keep thinking about your friend Roger's dick," she explained, sitting up in bed. "I beg your pardon?" I asked, wondering if my ears where functioning. Our audience applauded while we four just smiled at each other. Carol was first to speak, “That was really exciting. Do you have more of this type of arrangement, Chuck?”“Wow, did you hear me make my violin sing?” Delta exclaimed.Trish was sitting, quietly playing the chord progressions of the piece on the Gibson, smiling.“That was just wonderful,” Cecile praised.George was smiling and said, “Guess we have our own Jazz quartet right here, Dan. That was really special. You wrote that Chuck?”“I.