“Make yourself at home, why don't you?” I said with a scolding look. “Sorry Mistress, did I need your permission?” he quipped, then blew a smo...e ring. I observed him for a moment, “Probably not, I'm sure Brent won't mind.” “Good, I wouldn't want to get blacklisted... I love it when you're so damned bossy, by the way.” I threw him a look and returned to the bedroom. I quickly pulled on a pair of pyjamas and delved into my bag, for a dressing gown. “Why not come and join me for ten minutes?” Luke. You poor dear. How awful! I’ve escaped that so far. Maybe I won’t ever go there either. I think I’m too small.” Belle studied the neat-figured girl alongside her. She was right ... she was not Stable material. Lucky for her. “You are most fortunate then,” she said. “What’s it like here?” “Terrible, too. On occasions. But not all the time. You have some awful things to do when you’re on duty. I suppose you’re starting in the lavatory?” Belle felt a faint colouring coming to her cheeks at having. Sliding into the hot water, Jill felt her tired muscles beginning to relax as the jets from the Jacuzzi gentley massaged her. She must have dozed off, because the next thing she remembered was being shaken awake by her best friend Cyndi. “Wake up girl,” Cyndi said, “we’re going to be late for the party if you don’t get a move on!” “Oh, hi Cyndi,” replied a sleepy Jill, “what time is it anyway?” “Almost five,” Cyndi answered, while opening up a towel and offering it to Jill. Cyndi watched her. I poised there, my wet pussy open and dripping just inches from her chin, and waited until she opened her eyes. I wanted her to see me, see my cunt waiting for her. I wanted to see her want it. It took only a few seconds before she opened her eyes, crying out as my husband flicked her clit. She gasped and her lids flew open. I think she was expecting to see the top of his head between her legs, but all she saw was my aching, open slit, inches from her. "But," she managed to squeak, "but I.