One wrong jostle and what a mess it would’ve made. Although there was a baroque chamber music being piped into the room, I could still hear the jing...e of the ankle hobble chain the tray sub wore as she walked away with the ‘Attendant’.Sipping my drink, I looked around the room. The usual suspects were here from what I could tell. Thirty or so familiar faces, men and women, all Doms, formally dressed in $1000 suits like mine or in designer slinky dresses, who frequently attended these. And he did. This time, though, Nick was waiting and held Harley against me as he began his frantic humping. There had to be a better way, but for now this was going to work. I could already feel how wonderful it was going to be and now I just hoped that a human’s pussy would be as pleasurable for Harley as a dog bitch.A bitch. Was that what I was going to be for him? Was I going to be his bitch? The idea wasn’t offensive. Not in the least, in fact. But, that wouldn’t be the I felt as long as it. I am almost there, so keep pounding into her causing fantastic friction on my clit and double penetration, the orgasm rips through me with purple red and deep, deep azure colours that fade to waves of post coital bliss. We slump together on the bed I eventually reach for the wine have a drink and then pour a little over my pert but small tits; the mp3 has come round to Norah Jones, I smile and Phoebe climbs slowly cat like over me to lap up the wine from my breasts I hold her head and kiss her. He was swaying gently while holding his class and trying to listen to Graham who had bent forward to say something in his ear.“Cool,” he replied to what Graham had said, “Your family are great,” he slurred, “You know Graham you’re one lucky git, you know that don’t you?”“Why?” Graham asked as he took a gulp of cola from his glass. He was smiling to himself as he looked at the state his friend was.“Well let’s face it mate you have one hell of a sexy mum. I mean look at her she’s all woman she’s.