” I turned and looked at the costume jewelry and indicated long pearls to Mom. She nodded and we wrapped them around our waist and knotted them in f...ont so they hung down in front as though pointing to our pussies. “If we are going to be obvious, we might as well be very obvious.” I then reached out and pinch her nipples. Mom looked down and saw them harden but also change by the blood rushing to the pinched area. She did the same to me, leaned into me and kissed me on the lips in front of. The girls were professional dance partners in point of fact, but were as different as their last names. They were now the featured act at Clairet?s Musical Review company in Manhattan, New York. Patti was the sex slave of Roger Clairet and his wife, Laurel. They owned the review company. Susan was the sex slave of Brenda Fuller who owned a restaurant in Manhattan. Brenda also had another slave, Jane, who was really a pain slut of the first order. When Patti and Susan first met they had no idea. The stairs went up on one side and on the other side were doors giving access to reception rooms. The place was fully furnished although there were cobwebs and dust and dead flies everywhere. It was quite incredible, it appeared as though at a point in time everything had just stopped, which I suppose it had. Although musty, the atmosphere seemed warm and welcoming, which was at odds with everything we had been told so far.I looked at Belle.“Not what I was expecting.”She nodded, still hanging. ]I quickly realised that the common denominator was the heroine had been branded in each of these stories. To be honest I couldn’t believe it of her, her having such a flawless body, so he next night we were on I asked about the branding thing and was told that Tom was turned on by her having one and that she wanted my initials on her lovely rump.I firmly believed it was a fantasy, and she did say she would need to be in a really high state of arousal, however this didn’t stop her enjoying me.