”“That explains the hot body,” I winked at her. She laughed out loud. “Thanks.” I smiled and said, “I wished to see a supermodel or actres... till yesterday.”“What happened today?” She said a naughty smile appeared on her face as if she knew the answer. She knew the answer. “Since I met you, I didn’t feel like meeting any supermodel.” She slapped on my shoulder and laughed.We danced and now that we have become close, I touched her ass and boobs. This time all intentional, and no accidents. We. Paul explained that he was not allowed to talk but cook over-ruled this in her kitchen. Paul took the opportunity to ask why they were preparing so much. To his horror she explained that the house was in fact a BDSM guest house and they had reservations for the weekend. Was he to be available to the guests? Cook said that often the slaves were ‘on duty’ but she was usually not allowed into the public rooms when visitors were there. When Paul asked about her role she explained that she was a. Paul kept up his ‘going for soda'routine, but now I could tell that he was interested in the ‘eye candy'we were providing him. About one AM he shut the computer down and wentto bed, telling us to keep the noise down to a dull roar. After a little bit the party started to break into two groups. The groupin the front living room had the lights off and were getting to sleep.The group in the rec room was watching videos. I watched a few videoswith that group until about three AM, and then drifted. It was important for each girl that the first time making love be special. I was going to make certain it was for Trina. I hugged her, and Kirsty hugged us both. "So tell Wanda, baby. Have you even touched yourself? Or has anyone else touched you, Trina?" "Oh, I've touched down there, and my breasts a little. But I was taught it was bad. And I never really liked boys. Does that mean I'm bad? It's all so confusing. I was having so much fun here with you two. Is that bad? I don't know anything.