"Slave, follow me to Master Steven's private room," said the dealer, folding the cards. She bristled at being called "slave," but none the less she tr...iled behind until they came to a comfortably sized room. There was a large window a long the wall, disguised as a mirror on the outside, so those in the room could watch the rest of the club. The man himself was there, sprawled over one of the couches, languidly reading a novel. He did not seem surprised to see her. He gestured to the table in. As the driver maneuvered into the rush hour traffic, Barry took out his cell phone anddialed his home. Carol answered on the second ring. ‘Hello, lover. I knew that you would call. I was standing here anticipating the sound of your wonderful voice.’ ‘Sorry madam.’ Barry said trying to disguise his voice. ‘This is your cable company calling to ask about your cable TV service.’ ‘Like hell it is, Barry! And if this is the cable company….go to hell!’ Carol said laughing at Barry’s poorly. "Not a good idea," Lynette said."Huh?" You made Merry afraid of you today. You'll need to wait. Trust me, Jim."I nodded. "I'm such an asshole." It makes you more human." I don't want to be a human asshole. I want to be a regular guy." You have Kristen. You'll never be a regular guy. Even if you couldn't play a note." Thanks, Lynette." Tomorrow, I'm Pussy Slave." Not if Merry is still here." Yes, Jim, but it's Kristen's decision."I ignored Lynette's implication. "Do you think that I'd scare. Aunt Meg groaned again.“Damn,” Mom said.“Three orgasms in less than ten minutes, I have to go to bed.”Aunt Meg slid my cock out of her pussy, kissed me the kissed Mom and staggered to her room. Mom stood there just staring at my still throbbing slick cock.“It’s late, we better get some sleep,” Mo said.We walked to the couch and she decided we needed to kiss. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and gave me a passionate kiss. She got up on her tiptoes apparently wanting to feel my cock on.