I ushered them in and we headed for the deck.Another hug with the arms and butt cheeks, but this time the statement about her state of dress was, “S...it!. You might as well not be wearing a top.”Her comeback was, “Later.”The only concession was that I got to grope Caroline, and also the thought that if Terry was going to get it on with them, I was going to have a good time with Caroline.The food was delivered by this good-looking young girl, probably in college. Fred invited her to party with. "Mmmmmmmm," I purred as I munched gently on her labia with my lips. She moaned softly, shifting in the sheets. She began to play with her boobs while I pleasured her with my mouth."Ohhh that feels so gooooddd..." she whispered. I continued to lick and suck on her private parts. It was so exciting and forbidden being down between her legs, my mouth enjoying her clit. I caressed her tummy and watched her face as she reacted to me. I loved how it affected her. And, I could feel how much she wanted. I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because the number one pastime while driving alone is picking one's nose.Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip because I can only imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years.I can't touch any woman's handbag for fear she has placed it on the floor of a public toilet.I MUST SEND MY SPECIAL THANKS for the email about rat poo in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every. One Friday afternoon, our Mistresses took us all to tattoo parlours to get tattooed. The owner was a Persian American Goth who was a close friend of Nita's and the other girls' and also hated Bush and the Pentagon.Once all of four of us Germanic men were tattooed, our Mistresses forced us to display ourselves for their enjoyment.On each of our necks were the initials of our Mistresses.For Patrick, his front body said "Persian Property" and he had two nipple rings that had been attached together.