Your mothers are going to be thrilled you’re here.”“We were hoping to surprise them Dana. Where are they?” I asked.“Mistress, your mother is...in the gallery with your father. Miss Carrie, your mother and father are both in the kitchen.”“Let’s go to the kitchen first Dana.” I said.Dana dipped a curtsy, then turned, and we followed her through the foyer, into the dining room, and finally into the kitchen. Carrie’s parents were standing at the counter with their backs to us. We walked around the. My tummy is flat, and my pussy hair permanently removed.My clit is large with a small pearl hidden between the folds of my clit hood. My pussy lips protrude from the outer lips, inviting tongues, fingers, dildos and cocks to enter their secrets. My firm ass is another great asset that people love to stroke. I love them stroking it and kissing it and licking it and slip their cocks between the cheeks on their way to my backdoor or into my cunt. My flaming long red hair sometimes scares off. A cute outfit said he cared enough to try, so I flirted and got an invitation to join him. I left work in a hurry and headed to his playpen, he had an RV which was set aside for playtime. I got there, horny as hell. As I approached him, the butt-ugliest face I have ever seen looked out with a scared, almost haunted look. I nearly turned away, but remembered that ass. So, I grilled and went on in. Ok, his face was ugly, pock marked, stubble, long jaw and droopy eyes. But his body was perfect.. That makes you a slut!" So, a slut is a woman that likes sex?" I asked. "You don't like women who like sex? You're right, of course. I am a slut. If I were not a slut I wouldn't be here. But that doesn't mean I'm a bad person. I am highly educated. I have a Masters Degree and I am a highly paid professional. I am happily married to a man who shares my love for sex, especially kinky little scenes like this one. I am here living out a fantasy." I suppose you are all too young to understand that..