She’s like the Martha Stewart of the BDSM community. I spent hours on the internet looking for the perfect outfit that Master would approve of. I fi...ally found something red and lacey, but classy, a cocktail dress similar to the black one Julia Roberts wore in Pretty Woman, only with a shorter hemline and a train to the floor. Red silk stockings and matching garter completed the outfit. It fit like a glove, hugged my curvaceous body snuggly. I stood in front of the mirror admiring my. Mike put me in one of the rooms, I guess it was a bedroom it had a door on it but no knob to latch it with.Mike told me to take off my clothes and give them to him. When I was naked he told me to wait there and he would be right back. He stuffed some paper in the hole in the door where the knob-thingy goes and left, taking my clothes with him.It was just an empty room. There was a little pile of trash in one corner, but other than that the room was empty and when I talked or made a sound it. Soon she was glistening with my spit.I held a hand out in front of her face. “Lick the finger you want in you.” Maggie grabbed my index and middle finger with her mouth. “Fucking slut.”“Thank you for letting me choose,” she said. I stroked her hair gently, then grabbed her hair twisted her face so she could see me and said, “maybe I’ll teach you manners afterall.” I smacked her ass really hard. Then inserted my two wet fingers deep into her ass in one swift and brutal act of penetration. Maggie. Betty was flushed after what they did and didn’t even know what to say to Julia. She looked so pretty in her tight pink halter-top. Betty was speechless. “Hi Girls,” Julia said, I didn’t know you were friends. “We just ran into each other one night and started talking and knew we needed to put the pass in the pass,” Betty said snappy.“Well that is great. How have you been?” Julia asked. “Which one of us,” Lydia asked. “Both of you.” “Well we are just fine thanks for asking, how is Max?”.