They enjoyed a quick meal and then headed for the show. During dinner, Lisa passed out the tickets Gwen had been given."What seat do you have, Steve? ... bet it's next to Lisa's. We should have had a lottery or something to select our seats." Actually, Steve is sitting between you and me, but I'm sure that Stephanie will trade with you if you're unhappy with the arrangements," chided Lisa to her sister."I'm sorry, Lisa! I should have known better. I'll even swap seats with Stephanie before it's. She stands six foot with a mane of dark brown hair which she sometimes wears in a bun, good size bosoms and an ass I could really like exploring.Irene has a voice that sounds a bit regal or similar to Julia Childes, the well known lady of kitchens and being in her upper fifties she wears glasses only for reading and mostly of the half-glasses style with a homemade neck chain of glass beads. Since I see her during the week and talk to her, I began to have some real feelings for her.I think what. "All right, slave! What do you think you are doing pleasuring my other slave without my permission?" Angie sounded pissed. I think she was. Jeannie was stifling a laugh."Angie, what are you doing?" Janie's cum-covered face popped up from Naty's thighs."That's Mistress to you, slave, or have you forgotten that the Master made you my slave?" I was watching Naty and she was trying hard to keep a straight face."Ssssorry, Mistress." Janie's anger was just below boiling level."Now slave, you will. He was another dresser in guy clothing. How much more boring can this night full of promise get? He was a skinny white guy, 5’10” and 180 pounds maybe. He had dirty blonde, medium length hair, clean shaven, wearing well-fitting jeans and a collared shirt. He struck me as a corporate type. We didn’t speak until our host came back to check on us. He was so friendly that we all had a nice conversation about who had come through already, the weirdoes he had encountered, past experiences, etc. Which.