" Without a further word from him, Kerry lifts me onto the table. My waitress uniform was a short dress, so as my ass hit the table, I could feel how ...igh my dress went up from the coolness of the tabletop. He held my shin's with the palm of his hands, lifting them, and holding them at the end of the table. "Mr. Kerry! I don't think this is appropriate!" I try to explain. "Shhhhh, it's Kerry." He nuzzles at the inside of my legs, deeply inhaling my scent as he moves from the top of my thighs. For the first time a surge of genuine fear ran through Jason's veins. Hewanted so much to cling to the life these women were now trying toobliterate. He wanted so much to be back at his flat listening to musicand having a beer with a few mates.And yet Elsie and her accomplices seemed to understand that as theysurveyed their prey. Because that's what he was. He had been trapped,captured, subdued and then imprisoned in a delicious cage of satin, nylonand taffeta underpinned and cemented by. What made this incident special was that here a strictly lesbiangirl was forced to have sexual intercourse with a man. I now understood thatthis must have been extraordinarily stimulating to my Mistress?s dominantpassion. This gave Her ultimate power over my sexuality. At the same time Iknew that my submission to my Mistress would never have been complete if I hadinsisted on my proudly cultivated lesbian disposition, which unacceptablyrestricted the power my Mistress was able to exercise over. Shit! He never thought for one minute that Missy might want to do me or be with me. No, hell no, that wasn't it. Missy was always perfect in his eyes and he's just a bigot, a big bigot and gay people offend him."I sat on the bed considering my answer and the ramifications it might have. She continued."You met my mother and you know about my father but I had already told you about my upbringing before you met her. Did you tell her about us and how you know me? No, you didn't. I don't think you.