Dress code had been casual but with plain tee-shirts.It was fascinating to watch and hear for a while.I had made more or less the plans I had for the ...eries and the various ‘roles’ the individuals would appear as. Not fancy dress, just my ideas. Mike would be the token stuffy, ex puffta, ex-politician, Euan the token queer, Marion the token fat lesbian, Stella the good looking dyke, Tassie and Zandra the good looking, typical blondes, Nora the token coloured and the rest, including Portico were. We probably spent an hour there then made our way to a club called Senior Frog’s. Even though it was early afternoon, it was pretty packed but we got a nice table and began to drink beers. I knew I shouldn’t but several shots were brought to the table and I took them both. Then a very sexy girl came to our table carrying some very skimpy tops that had their logo on it. Still speaking mostly Spanish, a shirt was purchased and I was told to put it on.“Where is the bathroom?”Everyone laughed and. My nipples hardened at the thought of all those pairs of eyes on me. Mistress stopped suddenly behind me on her third walk around. I had passed her expection. "Pick up the chair, slut." she growled, the bull whip striking my nylon-covered thigh, ripping the brand new stockings and effectively reddening the soft flesh beneath it. I did not make any noise or flinch, instead purring, "Thank you Mistress, may I please have another?" "Not yet, whore. Follow my command," the sharp edge in her voice. I gasped but they both giggled. Hmm, friends indeed. "Hehe, we're really good friends." She leaned into Janelle and brought her lips to hers while massaging her breast. They pressed their lips together in a passionate kiss, Sasha cocking her head to one side for a better angle. Their lips parted for a split second and I could see their tongues slipping and sliding over one another. Sasha reached around Janelle and pulled her close, mashing their breasts together. Dear God! I had seen this in.