That would certainly give Athena the wrong impression about me. Instead, I barely touched my drink until the waiter came to take our orders. I noticed...Athena had had more than a few sips of hers but I shrugged it off as nerves. If she had a problem with alcohol, the tabloids would have told the world about it by now. We talked of many things while we waited for our food. She was a well read woman which I appreciated. We had a great many things in common…a love of history, of fine wines, of. “Greg, you fucked them, didn’t you?” “You mean my two friends? The ones you have seen in the lobby?” Lola nodded. “Yes, I did.” He admitted frankly. “Both at the same time? In the same room?” Lola continued, more disgusted. “Yes, we did. They are very close persons. Much closer than mother and daughter. They love each other and they love to share their love with others.” Lola didn't say anything, so Greg continued. “We are all here for this purpose. We look for freedom and a way to share our. 7. Make it obvious. In addition to your chain, you’ll dress in ways that draw attention to your body and accentuate your status as a muscle-jock slave. If in doubt, go for slutty. When possible, go for fetish. In short, do everything you can to make it easy for superior men to sexually objectify you and identify you as the submissive muscle slut you are.The exceptions to this are situations where dressing this way would cause undue upset to your friends or family, or risk your employment.. ” I put the pearls around her neck and gently caressed her breasts with them, watching her nipples harden at my touch, commenting to the fact of her arousal and watching her blush, with pleasure I hoped, embarrassment most likely. I played with her pussy, whispering what I was going to do to her.I then removed the hairpins from Mary’s bun and let her braid drop down between her ass cheeks. I cut six inches or so off the bottom of her braid with the upholstery shears making it the same thickness.