They most definitely would, but not for a while. I reached behind her, found the zipper on her dress and lowered it slowly, wishing it was a bit loude... than it was; anything to accentuate the slow pace. She lowered her arms and let it fall to the floor.Her lacy and sheer matching panties and bra left little to the imagination. She started to reach behind her to undo the bra, but I took her hands and led her to the bed.“Face down, please. I want you to relax, so bring your hands up so you can. I sit next to her to comfort her through the tough times that led us to go out and drink in the first place. I place my arm around her and she leans in to me. I could tell she needed the comfort. After a few minutes we get up and head out so I can get her in bed to wake up on time in the morning. As we sit outside her place chatting about the events of the night and about what life has dealt us recently we come upon the subject of sex and love and emotion. Without much hesitation she inquires. He had also fastened a thick heavy metal slave shackle around my neck and had snapped a big brass lock on to it and did the same with double shackles that held my wrists, tightly behind my back. These shackles of course were quite obvious and ones that Amanda had given him just for me, and were some that had actually been used on real black slaves during the civil war! The last bus stop was several blocks from Amandas house, and on the bus ride over I needed to go pee, not bad mind you but. She leads me to our master bedroom, which we usually share, and where all our adventures take place, and in it are 3 women and 3 Transexual girls. Hey are all in underwear and are talking excitedly and sipping wine.As I enter behind mistress Beth the room goes quiet. " your feast for tonight is my slut sissy Jess, she will take all you can give her and more"I am walked to what looks like an upholstered table, curved so when I am laid face down on it my feet touch the floor, my ass is in the air.