Anya used her left hand to hold onto the edge of her bed, often digging her nails into the mattress. Cindy bit down her bottom lip as her own womanhoo... began to pulsate. The loud music began to face, signaling the end of the song was near. As the volume decreased, Anya's moans were audible. Her yelps turned Cindy on. Taking her eyes off of Anya, Cindy looked down to see how excited this was making her. Her warm juices were trickling down her thigh."Like what you see?" a sweet voice. Now, she was mine. Nothing else mattered. She stood nude with a spiked collar that indicated her place as Sergeant-at-Arms. She held a small hunting dagger in one hand and pulled behind her nearly dead weight on a leash with the other. A tiny blonde girl, no taller than 5’1 and no heavier than 90 pounds, dragged behind A4 in a daze. Though she was 19, she had tiny little tits not worthy of a training bra and barely a hair on her pussy. A4 stood at attention. “Speak, my dear,” I said. “Sir, F17. Does that mean that we have the steward’s permission to sleep together?” I laughed and said that I guess it did and proceeded to take off my tie and jacket. She went into the room and when she finally appeared, she was wearing a full length, white obtuse night gown. You could make out her breasts, her legs and her light brown patch of pubic hair as it contrasted against her white skin. I almost shot my wad at the vision. My God, she was beautiful and she was all mine. She slowly strolled of. “You did say that it was okay didn’t you?” Jade asked Eva.“Of course it is Jade, was it good?”“And how.”They talked as they got the coffee and decided that they were going to a strip club that night. During the day they both did some research and when they got back they compared notes and decided to go to one that was advertising ‘amateur nights’ on Fridays.Both girls felt a bit strange when they left the flat because both were wearing underwear – bras and knickers. Neither of them knew where.