Some of them were mistresses but quite a few were slaves. They were there to have a little fun and play with one of the newest lesbian slaves of the o...ganization.There was no pretense of serving these women once the doors were closed and locked. Molly was made to crawl from woman to woman and suck their cunt and clit. Every once in a while, she would be made to sit on the table in front of a woman and then that woman would lean down and suck on her cunt and clit while pulling the chains on her. I found myself on a high bed, Michelle’s bed? It was a four poster with gauzy drapes and curtains, shadows danced on the ceiling and the walls. Michelle was dancing, with Penny, and the two of them were singing and having a great time. Maggie was standing in the doorway watching their antics and she looked over at me and smiled. Maggie and Penny were both in their usual robes, Michelle was naked except for a hair band holding her hair back out of her face. As the song Sugar Sugar wound down. My secret was simple; girls obsessed me. Not pubescent girls, but mostly women older than myself. I didn't lust after every one I saw, but certain types captured my eye and my heart. In Kansas, I'd been fond of two young teachers in their twenties — one was an assistant coach, the other taught Chemistry — and both had fueled my masturbatory fantasies.It was more emotional than physical. I didn't lust after a particular shape or size of breast or buttocks like the boys often do; I cared more for. He threw it to the side, letting it fall on the flowers. I trembled, my breasts rising and falling. My toes flexed and curled. My nipples ached as I squirmed.He stared down at me with such hunger in his green eyes. He saw me as a woman right now. Not his cute, adorable daughter, but a sexy, delicious vixen he wanted to ravish. A wanton moan burst from my lips.“Daddy!” I moaned in aching need.He thrust up my sports bra, his strong hands cupping my breasts. He massaged my tits with his thumbs,.