"Why don't I just tell her you're eating our pussies and can't come to the phone right now?" Her thumbs are flying across the screen before I have a c...ance to answer. The other girls laugh hysterically as I wonder what the fuck Lauren actually texted."You have a girlfriend?" Kylie asks, sounding somewhat disappointed."We fight a lot," I answer, not sure why I even said that."Why are you here with us if you have a girlfriend?" Kristina wonders aloud."Kylie has a boyfriend," Lauren counters, "and. I leave my trolley, my purchases, my handbag alone in an aisle to fend for themselves, and head blindly for the fresh air outside. As I lean back against a car in the parking area, the sunlight warm and yellow-red through my closed eyelids, I hear a little-girl voice: "Mummy, why is that lady doing that?" "What? Oh ... I don't know. Come on." "But why does she have her hand inside her buttons? Why is she rubbing her tummy?" "Shhh. Maybe she has a tummyache." "But, but ... why is she. But that isn’t the difference. The difference is feeling her nipples get hard and hearing her moan with pleasure as my hands caress her. The difference is sensing how much pleasure I’m causing this beautiful young woman.We almost immediately forgot all about the three men in the room. It’s just the two of us now. Karen is definitely the aggressor. Without breaking the kiss she led me to the bed and we climbed onto it eagerly, if somewhat less than gracefully. We stretched out and kissed and. Just as the final second ticked off, I hear a click at the door as if a bolt lock had been removed. I put my hand on the knob and turn it slowly. "Mistress," I said out loud. But not too loudly, as the word was unfamiliar in my mouth. No answer from the other side. I turned the knob all the way around and the door opened. I slowly pushed it open and stepped into a dark room. A single ray of light peeked in through an open blind from one window, casting a small patch on the wooden floor in.