“You love being a little slut for me, don’t you?” He questioned as he began rocking her back and forth, slamming forward into her cunt each time...and watching as she pressed away from the wall to push back into his thrusts. “No…I’m not a slut..!” She argued between pants even as she ground her hips back into him. Her breasts were bouncing back and forth under her and very soon he was pressed against her back with his hands gripping and kneading her breasts roughly. Suddenly she let out that. She had told Liz that she was going to be the maid to serve drinks at their next Ladies Circle meeting. After some protests, Liz had seen that Hannah's point of view was fair and she had given in. As well as showing off the head harness, gag and shackles, Liz had also been told to get herself into a maid's uniform and, in some ways, that had been the most humiliating part of the forfeit for Liz.At first Liz had thought she'd be able to get something mail order or off the Internet but Hannah had. I put the thong back on and the shirt, and walked around to the floor passing a few horn dogs along the way to Mr. Money. I asked if he’d like a lap dance and he said sure, and I made my way to a semi private booth designed for lap dancing, and explained the price of a lap dance and began dancing for him. He had chosen the two songs for $50 so I worked all over him and he kept to himself for most of the first song. I took his hands in mine and ran them over my breasts as the first song ended.. He had fucked so well last night he didn’t wake up with morning wood, though that didn’t mean he wouldn’t get it up with proper stimulation. He worked his way down to the kitchen his head still feeling very blurry. He needed some coffee. Walking inside he could see all the girls were up and eating their breakfast. There were four sets of breasts on display, and even though that thought excited him he didn’t act like he took undo notice...”Morning” he mumbled to the group as he made a beeline.