" No, it's Mrs Jarvis here, that Miss Holmes had to go home in an urry, she got the shits real bad, stunk me bog out, she even left this phone behind,..." Only she has an appointment." Ring the office, she told me," Queenie explained emphasising her common accent, "tell them I'm dying of gastric enteritis, she said, tell them to expect me when they see me, she said something about the staff cafe." "Why didn't you ring?" I didn't have the number, sorry, " said Queenie, "but she only just gone,. At the company socialfunctions, the wives talk. You have the reputation of being a bit of arecluse on business trips. First chance you get, you're off to yourroom, not to be seen until morning. If there was a woman coming andgoing from your room, it would be noticed and duly reported. You dressand aren't seen leaving your room ergo, you spend your time in your roomin front of a mirror. The guys who go out to look for a little strangeon your trips are well known among the wives. You are not one. What a looser!" laughed MistressSamantha."Fuck....she is pathetic.....boooo......fag....cock slut," came from theaudience.Again winnings were taken and then it was Mistress Samantha's turn. Sheused a ten inch strap on and the fuck was savage and brutal, I managed abetter performance at nine minutes fifty seconds this time however and myclimax was a dribble. The final Mistress was Mistress Gemma. Her strap onwas rather strange. It was a lot smaller and had a downward kink."Ready....Go!"She. A white top with puffy sleeves reaching just below my shoulders was tied loosely over the chest, showing off a portion of my cleavage. I had pierced my ears for the occasion a week earlier, and put on a pair of broad golden earrings adorned with intricate patterns. I thought to myself that they matched the gold band shining on my left ring finger. Hand in hand we exited the room and went downstairs to eat breakfast. The final scene of the event. Dozens of relatives congratulated us and wished.