Faith OReilly is my best friend and foul mouthed opposite to my sugar sweet personality. Shes taller at 58 with a slim athletic body with perky little...32B breasts. A natural redhead with emerald green eyes and freckles in all the right spots. She drinks, smokes, smokes pot and is as much a sexual dynamo as I Hope Jenkins was the final part of our dirty tribunal. She fit right into the middle of Faith and I. She was petite at 5 4 and she was a bit curvier then I but her boobs were a bit smaller. Finally the limo pulled off the road and into an estate. The mansion was huge. It was still warm out and I saw several people outside working or relaxing in the yard. Most of the people were naked both men and women. Only a few wore anything. All the naked ones were sex slaves I knew.The limo pulled to a stop outside the entrance to the mansion. A man, dressed in a suit, came out to greet us. The driver got out and opened the car door. I was embarrassed about being naked. I wanted to cover. You wouldn’t be able to leave until you were both well satiated. You were born to bring joy and excitement, pleasure to that special someone in your life and that knowledge remains a constant in your mind. Your beauty and eroticism draws the men to you like a magnet. You know that you are that incredibly sensual and a highly spirited woman, wildly passionate and yes your mind has a tendency to run along the parallels of the romantic. It is who you are and you aren’t about to change anytime. I moaned in my high-pitched feminine voice as we kissed and I pressedmyself against this tall strong manly man that had made me dress up soladylike and feminine for. My only thought was to please him. To makehim love me. To make him take care of me and protect me.I felt every stitch of the feminine clothes I was wearing. Feeling thecool material of my silk dress against my soft slim hairless body. Mypermed hair against the side of my face and neck. My tight knickers andhow my pumps pressed my.