You open the door to me, in your French Maid outfit, and a jewelled butt plug firmly in place, with a huge smile on your face. You see my boss with me...and your face falls a little. But you know I have to keep this man happy, so you smile, and welcome him in to our house. I say…”darling…you look amazing…I’m so proud of you. Now, two gin and tonics, please?”You totter off in your high heels, your stocking tops showing under your little dress. My boss looks at me, and raises an eyebrow. “Your. I rubbed my clit than I moved my fingers down to the opening of my pussy and felt the wetness, and than rubbed my clit with my wet fingers. It all felt amazing and made that good pain came back. It was the same feeling I had only felt with Mr. Jones. I caught myself fantasizing for the first time about him as I played with and explored this new version of me. "I wonder what he would have done if I brushed my hand up against his thing" "I wonder if he was hard" "I bet you he would have enjoyed. "Where is the slave girl? How is she?" She's in the other room," he said. "You can see her if you like. She's in some pain, but able to talk." I entered the room to see the girl who was on her stomach on a bed of sorts. Her back was covered in yellow salve, and she was crying. As she saw us, she tried to rise from the bed, but pain overruled her efforts, and she fell face forward onto the bed again."Please," she moaned, "my baby! I need my baby. Who will care for her?" Your baby is being cared. Most of the guys appeared to be in "golf" shape — that is, they looked like they walked a golf course once a week. A couple were beginning to show a bit of a beer belly. I knew I wasn't the best looking of the guys but hoped I wasn't the worst either.At about 7:40, Susan walked into the middle of the den and held up her hands for silence."For those of you who are first timers or those who need a refresher on the rules, let me lay it out for you. Since this is the ladies' night, the women will.