I looked at Hayley the mousy-haired friend of Ashlie’s from Oxford. I had already discovered that she was slightly nervous and had been surprised by...Gemma’s and Aisha’s chaotic behaviour and general randomness. Hayley said she was game for a laugh though and didn’t seem overly perturbed that we played Twister naked. She was dressed in a short, cream skirt and an orange blouse. She had lovely long legs and from what I had seen, a nice pair of tits. “Hayley,” I said, standing up and walking over. " It's okay, Mary. I have nothing to hide." Todd assured her. "In fact, go ahead and as me any questions you want to. I will give you an honest answer. If you don't like what you hear, I will leave first thing in the morning and I will hold no hard feelings."Betsy was more intrigued than ever now, because she had heard the rumors as well and wanted to know if they were true. More than that, if they were true, she wanted to experience some of that for herself.Billie was sitting on Todd's right. ”“You were looking femme as fuck,” moaned Cortez. “I love that sissy shit. Were you wiggling that onion booty?”“I was. I offered him a seat and drink while he measured out my portion,” explained Kenji, twirling a couple of his thin, well-maintained dreadlocks. “I poured him some whiskey and sat next to him. He asked why I wasn’t drinking. So, I went and fixed me some gin and juice. I came back and he told me I smelled good, you know. ‘Girly and shit,’ he said. I thanked him and once he was. “Cook is preparing his favourite strawberry syllabub as you requested.”Lady Jessica smiled. “Excellent. The Archbishop is a martyr to Mrs Abbott’s syllabub, and is willing to endure any amount of abuse from my strap-on in return for an extra portion.”“I will have the Archbishop’s special lubricant prepared,” said Mercy, curtsying again.Lady Jessica nodded with approval. Unlike Frottage, Mercy was a most satisfactory employee, and had quickly and enthusiastically embraced the extra duties.