Like the girls on her squad, Coach Russel was wearing a T-shirt and loose fitting shorts. She could and frequently would demonstrate the moves she wa...ted her cheerleaders to perform. Though Coach Russel was beginning to put on a little weight around her midsection, she still had the nice body of a cheerleader. Her legs and butt were firm and shapely. Though no longer hard as it had been in her teens and twenties, her belly looked to still be firm if not somewhat softer due to the few extra. The dresses on offer went from simple plain dresses with little detail,to full blown bridal gowns. Carol had got her eyes on the latter."I know Sally wants to dress up for the day," she said. "And I mightjoin her." It's your day as well as ours," said Julia. "Make it as special aspossible."If any of them had selected an outfit for themselves, they didn't makeit known. Their final choice would not be known to their partner untilthe day itself.As Anne went off to start on dinner, the phone rang.. They'd assign me to an associate. I'd become his girlfriend for the entire time we were together. In the summer we'd spend the afternoon lying by the pool. In the winter we'd sit in front of this huge fireplace in the parlor. I'd flirt with him and fawn over him just like he was my boyfriend. There would generally be ten or fifteen people around including the partners. They'd usually try to talk a little business while we were sitting together. The whole time I'd be hanging on my associate,. “I am your little bitch pet!” I yell out.“Mmmm, yes, a fucking whore bitch pet,” you repeat, smiling and spreading your cunt lips open. My eyes are locked on the drop of sweet nectar extending and stretching from your sweet lips—the leak extending erotically towards the floor.“Yes, Mistress, a fucking whore, slut, cunt, bitch-in-heat fucktoy!” I scream out, my face and body blushing with the loud open admission.“Mmmm, MY whore, who is going to eat my pussy while her cunt is buzzing,” you hiss.