Part of me wanted to call a cab but the other partwondered what he was thinking. Would he ask me to call a cab? I meanasking me here it should be up t... me but listen I'm not very girllooking and he may be changing his mind. But, if he told me to go up andchange I was suppose to not only change my outfit but also everythingelse as best I could. In other words I was to be his submissive slutgirl when I came back down.More time passed as he drank his beer. He sat with his legs spread apartand his. I clean the toys and equipment after a night of play. Emotional - listening patiently to Master, Mistress, and Max, as need arrises. They all have worries and try my best to offer support and my love.Sexually - as the house slave, this includes, but is not limited to, offering my slut holes at any time to any of the pod members or anyone at the whim of Master Kesler or Mistress Chloe. (although I’ve never been asked, I would for Max too. I have a crush on his big black cock.)As I was saying. “As you are young and beautiful,” I whispered as I moved back again.My hand was now stroking her thigh well beyond the limit of her hem. At each stroke I ventured ever further and was now touching the fabric of her panties, a little more insistently each time. She made no move to stop me. Time to put the next phase of my plan into action.“I really should go and check on my friend.”A look of sudden disappointment flashed across her face.“I won’t be a moment,” I said, and gave her another quick. “I can see why you would want her along too.”“You’re hot too baby,” I replied as I felt the belt release and the sound of my zip being drawn downwards. “I’m not surprised James was aroused.”“We’re going to go to this bar you know for a few drinks?” she asked as she knelt on the small rug. Pulling my jeans and boxers down in one fluid movement, she licked her lips as my penis sprang up. Several months of her attention had gotten me fit, the belly had gone, and I had regained a few extra inches..