As we were putting the finishing touches on the meal, my older sister took me aside and quietly said, “Jenn, where did you find him? He is gorgeous....Please tell me he is as good in bed as he is handsome.”“Michaela, what kind of question is that to ask?” I retorted.“Well, is he?” she asked.“He’s an amazing kisser,” I answered.“That’s great, but how is he between the sheets?”“I don’t know,” I shyly responded.“You mean you haven’t fucked him? Girl, what are you waiting for? You’d better hurry up. A few frames and a few drinks later I could tell you that she was wearing a black thong and nothing else under her dress and with the conversation flowing Sarah asked if she got horribly drunk could she stay over at my flat. I didn't know where she lived but presumed that she lived out of town so agreed, unfortunately she did get horribly drunk, she could hardly stand so I had to carry her into the flat and put her on the bed in the spare room. I undid her dress and slipped her out of it, her. Instead, with his father's agreement, he had gotten Pierre and Horst to test Alexa's limits by making her satisfy the two men together. Alexa had successfully milked Horst's penis with her new-found vaginal muscle control while she sucked and swallowed every drop of Pierre's cum - not many slaves could co-ordinate both feats together!There was still the mystery about her broken collar in the slave pen. She would be dead from asphyxiation now if it had been left around her neck but who ... or. She was tall, around 5’ 10”. She had big curly brown hair, and big tits, probably a large D cup that hang down on her chest. Her face looked to be about fifty. Her figure was nice though, for a forty-seven year old. She was quite thin, and had nice legs. She was wearing a black dress that hugged her body tightly. She was wearing black high heels. She had dangly gold earrings, an expensive looking necklace, and blue eye shadow. “John I presume” she said. “Veronica” I said, seriously. “Come in”.