To my surprise, she lifted off of me and we locked eyes. Her expression shifted somewhat and to my surprise she actually looked hurt.“You really hat... me don’t you?” she asked sincerely, softly even.“You represent everything I hate in this world,” I growled venomously back.She actually recoiled at my words. I thought I could see a tiny layer of wetness forming in her eyes. Even as angry as I was, the display caught me off guard.“What have I done to you slave? Did I deny your wife your freedom or. "Look at the slut. There is no limit to the depth of his depravity. Has he no shame? Lap it all up, you dog."The more they disparage me, the hornier I get. Of course I have no shame. I aim my hungry hole up at them, and turn to look them in the eyes. Still on my knees, holding myself up with one hand, I take hold of my cock with the other, and start to stroke it, still staring into their faces."Yes, show us what you've got," I am encouraged. I take my hand off my cock, and with it, I scoop up. “See you then.”--Swedish house music blasted out of night club speakers, reverberating off the basement walls as I downed my gin and tonic and scanned the dancefloor for my housemates. It was the Saturday night before Christmas and our annual festive knees-up.I had gone to the effort of having my hair professionally blow-dried for the occasion; it fell in bouncy waves down my back. A full week’s pay cheque had been blown on the Herve Leger fringed bandage dress that I had on, and another week’s. Katherine and Rachel knew that thegorgeous brunette was just a black dude in disguise but the maidsdidn't."Hello girls..." Claire cheerfully said as she sauntered over toKatherine and Rachel to give them each a hug. "I'm so sorry Kathy..."the brunette added, sympathizing with what the 42 year-old blonde hadtold her this morning."Don't be, because I'm not..." Rachel said in an ice cold tone."Let's not talk about it, shall we..." Katherine said while cautiouslylooking at one of her maid, Ling who.