The old phone did not have an answering machine and this was before the days of voice mail. Perhaps it was Karen calling to say that she could not joi... us until Saturday. Wishful thinking, but I knew I better answer it. It was Karen alright, calling from a wine shop that was fifteen minutes away! Did we need anything in particular? ‘Two bottles of champagne—non-vintage is fine’, I replied. I hung up the phone and alarmingly told Ailsa the news. ‘Time to cut to the chaste’, I barked. ‘Aye’,. ” Feeling thoroughly degraded I crawled around the apartment for a while. Carrie was enjoying herself immensely, and paused every now and again to snap a picture of me on her phone. “This gives me an idea…” she said, and tied me to a chair in the kitchen, “Stay.” She arrived back with a video camera, and started to record. I was mortified, but strangely turned on. I could feel my pussy growing wet… but this was so wrong! “You’re my bitch aren’t you? Tell the camera what a slut you are…”. I was pinching her left nipple through her bra. Then I started going down, began kissing around her boobs and not sucking her nipple. That was my general foreplay to make any woman go mad. She was moaning in a low voice.I went down to her belly button and put my tongue in that. She has a very little belly button, her hands were on my hair and brushing it like crazy because of mood. I gave her love bites on her belly, and she was enjoying this time. She didn’t say anything. Slowly, I came down. I sat on the couch and watched the TV which had been playing a documentary on Ice Road Truckers, one of Andrews favorite shows. I got up to go to the second bathroom and glanced down the corridor to be met with the bare bottom of Andrea, who had dropped her towel and had was standing with one leg raised, putting on a pair of laced panties. She turned around as she pulled her panties up to her waist and saw me. Her natural reaction would have been to scream and shut the door, but oddly, she just.