‘And ‘Lita’s pussy. What’s it look like?’ ‘She’s not shaved like I am,’ I said, taking a shot in the dark. ‘But she doesn’t need t...o. She’s a natural blonde,’ I glanced at Sarah, who smiled back, letting me know I was right on target. ‘And her lips?’ ‘Smaller than mine, Mike. But also swollen and very pink.’ ‘Anything else?’ ‘She’s even wetter than me.’ Mike moaned again, only much louder. After a short pause he returned to his senses. ‘Girls, touch your nipples for me.’ I could see this was. He watched the man drop his bags, he saw Susan throw her arms round his neck and he saw their prolonged kiss. He saw them go into her flat. He saw the door close behind them.It did not bother him; this was her visitor from home. It was only after he had driven for some minutes that he began to feel something was amiss. It was not the greeting. Then he remembered. He had assumed it was a woman who was coming, but she had not corrected him. Why?There was a sinking feeling. Why would she want to. Mistress had arranged a dinner party at home to celebrate my enslavement. All our close friends were there, Emma and Bob, Ellie and Paddy, Amy and Will and Sam (my ex)We had a sit-down meal at home, prepared and cooked by Elsie a lovely lady from the village.All the girls dressed in their best sexy dresses, me included I wouldn’t start my life as a slave until later in the evening until then I was just one of the girls.Mistress as usual chose what I would wear, a long black satin dress one side. Her lips tasted like sweet strawberries and her hair smelled likecotton candy. Jessica tightly wrapped her arms around his neck and herlegs around his waist in hopes to get closer to him. The sound of thelips smacking together could be heard throughout the whole room.Brooke took this opportunity to help Darren discard his clothes. Sheknelt down at his feet and untied his shoes which he expertly tossedaside while still holding Jessica. Brooke then made her upwards towardshis belt and took it off.