The envelope was addressed to Miss Stacey. Mistress smiled and led me to the room, allowing me to open the door and following me into the room. She or...ered me to strip and to give her my clothes, which she took and placed in the wardrobe, locking the door afterwards and pocketing the key. She took a key from her purse and then unlocked the case, she gestured for me to open it. I opened the case and found it crammed with ladies clothing. Mistress led me to the bathroom and orderd me into the. Both couples had found themselves kissing soon after the weed was smoked. Cary found kissing a strange guy very erotic. They moved slowly, langorous from the weed, caresssing each other with their lips. She felt wicked when she let him feel her breasts and then unbutton her blouse. She was startled by the strength of her response when she felt his hand on her bare breast inside her blouse. That was nothing though, compared to when she looked over at Ann a couple of minutes later and saw that. “You, boy-slut! You’re meant to be cleaning the carpet, not making it dirtier.”Ben looked down to see a shiny smear where his sticky face had been pressed. Oh crap, this is going to take longer than I thought. “Sorry, Sir, I will try harder.”After several minutes of watching him licking and sucking on carpet, the married couple seemed either satisfied with his work or bored of that particular task and beckoned for him to come back to the bed.“These, too,” Patrick said, tossing Smita’s silk. The disappointment was crushing. And I reacted by throwing myself so far down the rabbit hole I’ve never found my way back.I started by selling my body on the internet. I did it anonymously by using a random photo pulled from google images of a girl-next-door-type ass which looked passably like mine, cheeks held wide apart for a good view. That was an ass begging to be fucked. Cha-ching! I chose a free adult ad site and offered a quickie in any hole for £50. I like it cheap and nasty. I got my.