" Cherylreplied proudly, her eyes shining. "Chryl, isthe dinner ready?" "Yes, master,it's on the table on warming plates." "Let's goeat, shall we g...ys?" Cheryl turnedand moved into the kitchen bringing each dish out and placing on the diningroom table. On the table,Devyn sat on my left and Peter on my right. Peter was still fascinated byhow good Cheryl was while I was intrigued by Devyn and her reall skimpy,revealing dress. Through the glass tabletop I could see between her openlegs and. As soon as he got my into his room he pushed my up against the door and started kissing my neck as he gave my ass a slap. I needed his cock in me, so I started jacking him off to get him hard. My knees were shaking, it was hard to not fall over with the black pumps. He kissed me neck some more and whispered how he could not wait to own my ass, and in one motion pushed me down to my knees and shoved his now hard cock in between my painted pink lips. I instinctively bobbed my head back. ’ ‘I know you do, Pebbles,’ said Judy. ‘But it’s just the one gig and you can program your synths to make whatever kind of sound you want. Think of it as us being like the Prodigy or the Chemical Brothers…’ ‘Anyone who doesn’t want to perform at the Penitence doesn’t have to, Pebbles,’ said Crystal diplomatically. ‘We can arrange the songs so we don’t need keyboards. You don’t have to come on stage with us.’ ‘Fuck!’ I exclaimed, knowing that I’d already lost the argument. I turned my head. He unscrewed the handle from the long metal tip. We had talked about this the previous day as well, but I was still nervous, as he had decided that lube would not be allowed for today’s escapades. The handle was roughly the size of a standard butt plug, even shaped similarly, with the exception of the ridges that lined it. M dribbled a wad of spit onto my asshole, and started working the handle in. “Relax and take it like a good little whore,” he ordered. “Yes, sir” I dutifully replied. .