The room down in the basement, which was the "playroom", had wood paneled walls, with various hooks and eyes, and the large, very sturdy oak library t...ble with a padded top. On the floor stood a brown paper bag. I was instructed to strip down to my panties, (but to leave them on) a pair of black nylon bikini panties that he had bought for me that he liked. I was to put each article of clothing that I removed into that paper bag. Soon enough, I was almost nude, trembling slightly, though not. "Don't do it" She told herself out loud. But she couldn't resist. She slid her hand up and down her inner thigh. softly and barely touching her leg. Her heart started to beat faster with every movement of her hand on her body. As her left hand moved down to her knee the right caressed her unclothed breast. She squeezed her pink nipple and cupped it in her hand, she looked at her breast in her hand with her bright blue eyes and started to pant heavily, She didn't want it, She needed it was her. She is looking at me from between her thighs. With her Doc Marten's-like shoes at each side of her head, the pose might have been funny, but with her shorts off, pussy and ass willingly offered and that wild look in her eyes, this is just pure naughtiness.She is so wet that I can notice it without even having to touch her. I finger her pussy to increase her arousal some more. The touch of her large labia on my fingers is sweet yet the situation is anything but sweet. Something strong is. Yes, I know: fatty, greasy meat and skin, but damnit, it has some TASTE to it, especially when stuffed with apples, raisins and brown sugar, and basted with a mixture of orange juice, soy sauce, and brown sugar!Patricia and Dolores, after small tastes and polite comments about the duck, stuck with the turkey. Felicia and I pigged out on the duck, sharing our gluttony and shaking our heads at the narrow-mindedness of the ladies. I also noticed that when the staff ate, the turkey went largely.