I opened the note, it read: Doug, you will bring my slut to my house Friday night at 10pm. She is to wear a short skirt with a garter, stockings and h...gh heels. She should also wear a low cut blouse with no bra. Make sure her ass is clean before you come.I looked at Doug, this could only mean one thing. Brandon intended to take me in the only hole he had not used. My ass, and I was terrified. His cock really stretched my pussy and mouth I could not imagine how he would fit it in my ass. "Doug,. " Help yourself," she said.I stood behind the chair my slave had seated herself on and idly squeezed and fondled her breasts. I had a very good view of the action from there, as did Marcia."Is she any good?" I asked, pointing to the slave between Brianna's legs."Oh, damn, is she ever good. She's the best rug muncher I have and they're all good." What's her name?" I asked."Monique."Monique would nibble her lips up and down her mistress's folds, slither her tongue up her sheath, take a long swipe. Wayne went to the Rathskellar after classes to relax, have a beer or two, listen to the music, and maybe even read a book. The college bar was a warren of rooms and alcoves furnished in rustic brick and stained wood throughout.While the bar was standing room only in the front where the band was blasting away at 110db, in the back there was plenty of room to stretch out and relax. The music was relatively distant and quiet in the rear of the bar.Wayne found one of the back rooms relatively. "Gordie had like 35 points, and we killed the Panthers 84-62," she added. Missy was a huge basketball fan. She played, but the girl's team didn't make it to districts. Missy started as point guard and was a three-point shooter. She was only 5'7" but quick and could dribble better than a lot of the boys."That's frigging awesome, Caleb responded? "Are you going?" He asked."No, probably not! Dads working that weekend, you know how mom is. She doesn't like sports. So she definitely won't approve of.