During breakfast, she said, "Sara, honey, you seem a little down today. I think what you need is a little pick-me-up. I want you to change into one of...your sundresses, one with flowers and straps that go over the shoulders, no bra, and your white sandals." Yes Mommy," I said and went to change after eating. I returned to the kitchen to find my wife putting some things in a picnic basket. "Where are you going today?" I asked."Well, WE are going to the park for a picnic and you can play with some. I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter. Marissa kisses down my neck to my chest pulling my shirt up as she goes. She kisses my breasts a few times before pulling the cups of my bra down so she can kiss and lick my nipples. I wrap my legs around her waist and run my fingers through her hair as she sucks on my nipples. Marissa sits back and takes her shirt off. I take my shirt and bra off too. I touch her stomach before she takes one of my hands and places it on her breast. I sit up so I can. All the girls dressed in their best sexy dresses, me included I wouldn’t start my life as a slave until later in the evening until then I was just one of the girls. Mistress as usual chose what I would wear, a long black satin dress one side slit to my upper thigh. The neckline was extremely low and revealing, the back too plunged down to my arse. Mistress herself wore a similar dress in cream as looking sensational as she always does. No underwear for either of us just high heels.Once dinner. Ever.The audience watching her clapped, whistled and cheered.“I think I need a break from this,” said Linda. Ms. Mouse nodded her head vigorously.The man who originally complimented her said, “Linda? Janice told me your name is Linda Spencer. I’m the manager of the Cauthen Country Club. My name is Kevin Smith. This man beside me is Fred Jackson. He’s our resident golf pro.”Fred shook Linda’s hand. “May I call you Linda?” He had a look of wonder on his face that Linda found oddly comforting.Fred.