She had not heard Jennifer leave the house, nor she hadheard Anita come upstairs, but she realized that she was expected to bein bed before they moved... She was up in good time next morning, put her working uniform on andrushed down to the kitchen to start breakfast. She brought tea to herMistress with a gentle "Good morning Ma'am" and began laying out theoutfit she knew Anita would wear that day. She was about to go and run the bath when Anita caught her attention andsaid, "I only want to. ’I squatted down, surely giving Pat a good eyeful of how my black tights hugged my silky black panties. ‘Oh, Len, darling. Let’s swap wigs.’Len exchanged my copper wig for his barrister wig. My slutty face in makeup, framed by the barrister wig seemed to make him harder. I looked up at him as I traced my tongue over his huge lycra shaft. Sometimes I’d look around at Pat, as I kissed Len’s lycra compressed balls. ‘Imagine I’m the barrister and you’re the smooth criminal. Ooh, and you’ve done. She must have felt it pressing into her belly. Once she had finished the wine I had bought her, I said that I thought it was about time we went home. Can't I have just one more, she said, after all it is my birthday. Against my better judgement, I bought her another large glass. When she had drained that one, she said goodbye to her men friends at the bar, giving each a big hug and a kiss. They each took the opportunity to grope her tits through her dress and stick their tongues down her. His hands went to my bottom and squeezed. I felt myself become a littlearoused. What! I hate this prick and I will destroy him just as he triedto do to me. But his tongue did taste nice and our kiss lasted way toolong. I justified this by thinking I was being a good actress.That night Steve gave me the rounds of the bedroom. The man wasinsatiable. Even after making me feel like a bottle of clag he tried totalk me into sucking his cock. I somehow resisted and he let me off thehook. I have to say.