I was pleased how things had panned out and was looking forward to Sally coming home, she always has a surprise or some weird idea but that just makes...life more interesting.Sally arrived just after five and didn’t look very happy, “What’s up babygirl?” I asked with a concerned expression, “I have stomach cramps daddy” she said with a pained look on her face, “I am going to lay down for a bit” she said as she climbed the stairs, “Ok, I will come and check on you in a few minutes” I said back as. .. then I would think about things, and it would get hard again. I wanted to touch it ... I wanted to masturbate so badly. I needed to cum and know I am not allowed. My nipples ached from the clothes pins still being on them. The door opened and the light was turned on.I saw Mistress Rebecca with a young man. I became immediately embarrassed, but what could I do to cover myself or anything else? They both approached the bed. He had a leather collar around his neck and she had a leash attached. She asked if I wanted to become a member of the Sapphos Club, and would swear to abide by its rules and her decisions as its leader. I was still gagged, but my vigorous nod of agreement was clear enough, and so to confirm my oath she vigorously frigged my cunt until I jerked and shuddered in orgasm. The seal was set by every woman present taking a turn to lick and taste my come; they all congratulated me, and said what beautiful young girl I was and that I would be a real asset – my pulse. And worse yet, she had to admit, she didn’t want to lose that wonderful figure she so gloriously coveted all her adult life. Now at 40 years of age, she still carried a wonderfully slender and buxom figure too. So many men appreciated her figure from what she could tell and seeing as they did, seeing as they’d all do double takes of her when she’d walk into a room, she’d smile and look at them all looking at her and how she “swayed” into a filled room of mainly men. Yes, she too also.