He began by making references to our earlier conversation, soon zeroing in on the master and slave topics. You got up to get another drink, and half-j...kingly asked if you could get your masters another one. "Yes, slave." I answered. "But your serving wench outfit must be worn." We all laughed as you left, but when you returned the laughter stopped. You had the drinks, but they were soon forgotten as Will and I drank in your outfit. A sheer gown revealed a black corset, black hose, and your. Ballerina #14 enters with a curling iron and curls myhair, playfully tugging at the curls until my hairstyleapproximates hers. She kisses me on the cheek as sheleaves.17. Ballerina #15 enters with a pair of pink panties andplayfully stretches them at the waistband, holding them upfor me. The she helps me step into them, kissing me on thecheek as she leaves.18. Ballerina #16 traipses in with a pair of white shimmertights, rolls up the legs one by one, and helps me slip them on. She kisses me on. I'll get a ride from somebody," he said as he turned his back. "But I'll call you if I can't." OK," I mumbled. "See you tonight."With him out of the house and Lily in her getting-ready-in-the-morning routine, which meant standing around in her underwear for a good long while, I had a lot of trouble keeping the beast in my pants under control. I tried to sit down at my desk and check my email, but the whirr of the video system kicking in from the Kowalski bedroom proved to be too much. Maya looked at his dick glistening with her pussy juices.Akhtar simply stood there watching her as her pussy juices dripped along her thighs. Maya tried to stand still but couldn’t. She clutched Akhtar’s body for support.Akhtar had given her all the pleasure she needed. Now it was his turn to get his. Akhtar roughly turned Maya around and pushed her face against the wall. She whimpered as he mashed the side of her face to the wall and entered her dripping pussy from behind.Maya closed her eyes.