" she said and she dressed me and we walked out and went downstairs. The room was full of people all dressed formally. "This is Venetia , our new whit... slave. She will do anything with anybody. Just tell her what you want her to do." I looked at her and suddenly felt myself floating. "Take off your clothes." said a man. I did and dropped them on the floor. "Damn, very good training." he told Mother. Another person looked at me and pointed to the corner, "Suck him, I knelt in front of a very old. I just assumed she was doing this for her sister's benefit. I waited up in the balcony for a few minutes, and then went out into the lobby myself. I got there just as Trudie was walking up to Denise. I actually knew Trudie better than I did Denise. She was in several dancing classes with my mom. She was a very good little ballerina. I remembered that she had spent at least two or three nights sleeping over at our house during sleepovers with Kate, and her other friends from the dancing school.. Then, one warm summer afternoon after we’d returned from her tennis practice, still dressed in her tight little low cut tennis dress, she had come to my door: “You’ll never guess what I found!” she exclaimed, giggling excitedly.She grabbed me by the hand and led me to the familiar small stretch of concrete beside the park we grew up in. “Look!” she said, as she pulled out a small box of worn thick chalks. “No way!” I shouted.Almost every day when we were younger we had come to this very spot. . either I would drive her to work and drop her off, or she would drop me off. And both of us had weekends off. So our schedules meshed perfectly. Besides, I didn't have a girlfriend or any real prospects of one on the horizon. I had a few friends, but nothing with any kind of commitment.Plus, I figured I could keep her off the bottle if I could give her what she needed to replace it. Mom was lonely... that's an easy fix. Mom was also quite horny–that was a bit more difficult to remedy. How was.