I arranged to go straight over. I have never been so nervous about anything, my stomach was turning butterflies the whole way there, and once I arrive..., I sat in the car for 10 minutes debating whether to go in or not..Eventually I plucked up the courage, waked up the path and knocked on the door, too late to change me mind now!He opened the door and was exactly as he had described, quite tall, and a bit stocky, but clearly powerful man"Get inside you little faggot" he said, I stepped in the. Moments later he placed his hands on my shoulders and I felt the warmth of his breath against my neck as he pressed his lips close to my left ear."Get down Cathy. Use the pillows. Push your face into them to stop your cries.". I felt the pressure of his hands on my shoulders as he pushed me forward and down. Seconds later I was knelt forward, my head on the pillow, my arse up in the air. I turned my face sideways to watch him from the corner of my eye. His hands slid up my legs, up my thighs,. "It was an invitation Katie could not resist, and she followed Suzee inher car to a sweet cottage surrounded by roses, and they held hands asthey climbed the porch steps. Suzee held the door open for Katie toenter a sunny room furnished in pastels, with a comfortable pink floralsofa and feminine touches obvious everywhere.Suzee led Katie to the bedroom, which was a celebration of girls, women,and feminine life. From the ornate antique bedroom set to the bouquetsof roses to the lovely floral. It seemed like a lot of trouble to go to for a new member to me until I realized it wasn't about me. It was about Shaeta. This was her Calak, and I was getting the benefit of her status.About an hour later Shaeta made her entrance, I joined her and we walked over to Zakat and Matatu for the show to go on. It was almost over before it started, and then the party was on, and not a minute later Shaeta took me over for my first bite of food from her hand.Formerly I hadn't paid much attention to.