“You still have not told us why,” she insisted. “Yes, I did.” “Oh, it’s so you can…so you can mate all day and night with some tavern wo...e?” Precious Vilja; she could not even swear effectually. “The word you want is whore, dear, or perhaps slattern, strumpet, or harlot. And what we did was tumble – fornicate, rut, or copulate. Or perhaps even ‘make love’.” “No. It sound to me like mating. There is nothing loving about it.” I sprang to my feet. “How would you know?” The beast was nearly. Abbey gets the fire engine red and Trish gets the emerald green.About an hour later, I feel much more refreshed after a shower and a bite to eat although I am still squeamish about the next step."Don't forget to sign Randy's card," Mark reminds them. "I just finished printing it up."Card, oh yeah, next years birthday card. A little over kill if you ask me.I wait my turn in line as each of the others writes a note in it. Mark whispers in their ears to help them know what to write.When my turn. Dressing in my only little black dress that I luckily found on a thrift store rack one summer back. I took a cab to the hotel and waited in the lobby. Chatting with some of my co-workers I hinted about going to a party but was being elusive about it trying to boost myself up in the social order. They didn't think I was serious till the ca pulled up and the driver came in to ask for me.It was a beautiful mansion set atop The hill that overlooked the city. There were Lin's of expensive cars all. Both handlers knelt in front of us and put on short leather boots with side zips. “Stand up, both of you! Hurry up, hurry up, Mistress is waiting.” This proved challenging, as the boots had 4 inch heels - they tipped us forward so we had to compensate by sticking our bums out.Caroline then brought a leather bodice with a complex series of reins attached, which she fitted, cinching our waists in hard. The bodice held my breasts up, and stopped at my waist so that my buttocks and cunt still.