"If you're not my slut, you can take the clips off quite easily. If you are my slut, you will hold your cunt open so I can place a clip on your clitty... and Marilyn and Kim can watch." My erection was inside her vagina, our union barely covered with an ultra-short denim miniskirt.She stuck her face into my neck, undid the zip on the side of the skirt, and lifted it over her head, tossing it towards our room. She glared at the girls, daring them to comment, then held her vulva open to display her. You are being my good girl. You wear abutterfly and straddle the spanking bench, waiting, my pussy an inch above thedildo. Your open hands rest on your thighs.? She hummed, ?Yes, I await your pleasure.? He listened to her breathe. ?I will use you, pita. Someday soon. Ipromise.? ?You know I want that, Sir.? ?When I come into theroom, I?ll blindfold you and lock your ankles to the bench and your wriststogether. I?ll have you lower yourself gently until pussy?s lips touch thedildo. You will move. Johnson," you reply using what you hope is a girlish voice."Oh, please don't be so formal. Call me Jim." Ok Jim," you say as you risk a glance at him. It takes you a minuet to realize that he doesn't recognize you at all. In fact he seems to be checking you out!After what seems like an eternity he finally turn toward the door. "Well, you girls have fun." Just before he exits the room he pauses, "Nancy, make sure she knows the house rules."Once he closes the door, you turn to Nancy. Before you. Then I realized there was plate on the table opposite of him that was covered in tin-foil with fork and a glass of orange juice near it. “That's why I made you a couple of pancakes and freshly squeezed some oranges, can't have you too nauseous today,” he said as he unwrapped the foil.I smiled and sat down, then I picked up the fork and cut myself a bite of the pancake. "I hope they're still warm," he said. I nodded, "Yes, they're delicious. Thank you."As I ate, he stared at me like he was.