With her wrists chained behind her back, Tulsa circulated throughout the room, offering drinks from her tray to the assembled slave owners. As she wan...ered, she was subjected to the most intimate prodding, poking and pinching of her body, her ears burning and her face turning red at the crude comments made about her.Once the cocktail tray was empty of its wares, the slave was ushered back into the changing room for her next transformation. This time, her face was made up as though she were a. Just as she left the table, I notice Darren and several of the crew walk in. It took them less than ten seconds to notice us. I told Haley they had walked in, but she asked me to just ignore them. Sometimes, that is easier said than done. They walked right up to our table. “Darren, this is the motherfucker who jumped you from behind?”, one of the bigger guys said. “Yea, that’s him.”, Darren replied. “Hey muscle boy, you want to try that with me?”, he sneered. I stood up and walked forward one. The style would vary, I used to have quite a collection back in the day and at one point was spending more on "Dee" my alter ego, than Davy clothes wise. I'd have my stockings and suspenders, and a sexy basque on under my t-shirt and jacket. I would sit on the bus feel horny as fuck, my cock hard under my jeans, if the bus was empty I took a sniff of my poppers to get me in the mood even more. The bus stop was only a minute or so from the cottage and I would get off and be in a cubicle. Her hips rocked left and she lifted the left side string, then right as she lifted the right side. Her pussy lips slid back and forth with her hips. The thong rocked higher and high, my cock got harder and harder.She finally seated the thin string between her ass cheeks and pulled up. Erin then turned to face me and pulled the front up into their proper location. She slid her fingers into the front of her panties and ran them down the edges to be sure her blonde pubes were inside the thong’s.