There were some days when being a morning person didn't help. Especially with fourteen or fifteen naked girls running around upstairs trying to get dr...ssed as quickly as I was."Which group am I leading this morning, master?" I asked Whitney."You're getting lazy. Join the advanced group. Amy will lead it." She winced slightly and I noticed a bruise on her side. I reached toward her and she flinched away. "She's really very good," Whitney added. Holy shit! We pulled on our gis and headed for the. We walked through her back yard and said it's no rush and to take my time, because she wants the job done perfect. I said o.k, but i don't think i will get much done you wearing them shorts out here and we both started to laugh and she smacked her ass and said oh am I showing too much? I said your not showing enough. we laughed and joked again and she slapped my ass and said get to work. My quick reaction was to do the same to her...so I did. I slapped her ass and said OK! She then did this. Looking at the foil packet in my hands I found an "easy tear" notch near one corner and opened it, pulling the rubbery thing out into my palm.I had never seen or held one before and I looked at it for a minute, wondering how the thin material could be strong enough. It felt kind of greasy and slick to my fingers. I followed her directions though, and pulled a bit of it over the end of my dick. I tried to unroll it like she said and it wouldn't. A little confusion and I finally figured out that. “Straighten yourself up” she said. “You are going to go back in there and keep Richard occupied for a while…and send Harrison back here to me.” Wade looked unbelievingly at the nude woman. Any other person he knew would be somehow diminished standing naked before another person fully dressed, but this woman was commanding. He shrugged and did as he was told. “Wade said you needed…” Harrison’s mouth dropped open. “What did he say I needed, Harrison?” she asked, martini in hand, padding over nude.