Gemma staggered off the plane at Hewanorra Airport in her own dress, richer by $2000, with a permanent invitation to Kurt's mansion.The MansionGemma c...uldn't believe her luck – she had only booked a cheap flight, half expecting to sleep on the beach, but now had the run of a palatial house complete with swimming pool, gym, sauna, at least eight bedrooms and full maid service.Gemma selected a lovely room opening onto the pool and Kurt insisted on sleeping with her whenever he was at home. There. Says it undermines the proper relationship between them and can be exploitive. Still she has needs like anybody else and occasionally she’ll take a slave to bed for pleasure.”“Blimey! And yer don’t mind?”“She’s my Mistress Julie. She owns me! If she wants the use of my body then that’s her privilege. She only has to command and I am obliged to put my body at her disposal.”“Sod me! D’ yer… I mean… d’ yer like it?”“Oh yes! She’s my honoured Mistress. I feel proud and happy, flattered when she. I am not overly hung but I am a good 7 thick inches. As she stared she slowly removed her bikini top and exposing her sweet 36C firm tits. I then told I will take her bottoms off so I walked up next to her and slowly kissed her and worked my way down her neck to her tits. As I was sucking her tits she was slowly stroking my ever growing cock and I was slipping my hands in to her bikini to rub her clit. Cheryl was starting to moan loudly and buck her hips as I finger fucked her to her 1st orgasm. "It's amazing," said the girl beside the bed. "Isn't this amazing." "Amazing." I turned slowly around to look at this stranger, feeling like my head might snap loose from this alien body. "Who are you?" I asked. It wasn't the question I really wanted to ask, but at least it was almost sane. "Cathy," she said. "It's me, Cathy." "You're not Cathy," I said in my ridiculous voice. The naked girl sat down on the side of the bed. "It's me. I changed. We both changed." She put.