Pamper you, make you so pretty. Don’t I?’ My hands run up my slave’s smooth legs. From his high heeled feet, to his muscled thighs. As I stand ...y hand cups his silk covered cock. He moans I as stroke his bundled shaft. My nails drag against the panties. Up and down. Teasing his cock, mercilessly . ‘Yes! Mistress.’ His restraint weakens and he is shaking in an effort to not move. A shudder of pleasure runs through him and the slight exhale of breath plays across my face. I grab his face,. I wasn’t averse to sex despite being a virgin myself, but this… this could hardly be called sex. “Demonic gangrape” might’ve been a good term, but Prestira and Trisha were far from being forced. If anything, Trisha seemed to be orchestrating the whole thing, and indeed, she commanded the room with such charisma that even I applauded from time to time. Yes, the things she did where disgusting and abhorrent, but there was a terrible beauty to it all. Was I aroused by it? It was difficult not to. * A hangover is the wrath of grapes.* Dancing cheek-to-cheek is really a form of floor play.* Does the name Pavlov ring a bell?* Condoms should be used on every conceivable occasion.* Reading while sunbathing makes you well red.* When two egotists meet, it’s an I for an I.* A bicycle can’t stand on its own because it is two tired.* What’s the definition of a will? (It’s a dead give away.)* Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.* In democracy your vote counts. In feudalism your. ’ I said. ‘Hopefully the flesh comes later!’ she replied with a cheeky smile and we laughed again. ‘Come on, let’s get coffee and get to know each other a little better.’ She continued as she took my hand and led me to the coffee house. At this time of day there was only a smattering of clients, so it was fairly empty, we ordered the coffees and took a comfortable seat in a quiet corner. ‘So, is it to be Kristof, Kris or Krissi?’ Marci asked with an impish grin. ‘Kris.’ I replied,.