I am wearing only my shell leather that Master has given me and Mistress’s training collar. I have not worn clothes in several months. I don’t min... that at all. I am here to serve my Master and Mistress, so I must keep myself available for their use. Mistress stops me at a railing. She has me bend and lay across it. My arms are strapped along the rail. My legs are spread and secured to either post. This has my sex splayed on one side of the rail and my head and breasts on the other.Mistress. I gave her a minute to come down and told her to get on all fours.Bob came over to me and sucked my cock into his mouth, he gave good head, but not as good Vicky! With her big, delicious ass in the air, I spread her cheeks apart exposing her little pink asshole. I kissed it, then ran my tongue in little circles around her asshole. Eventually, I got her so wet my tongue would slide inside her. I instructed Bob to get underneath Vicky so that she could ride his little cock. She is such a good. Her luck held out, as Stacie was the last cheerleader to arrive and ended up with laps after practice. Bridget had a hard time concentrating in practice. Every time she caught Patrick’s eye she remembered Friday night and how badly she wanted him. Amber had done a good job of satisfying Bridget, but the sight of Patrick just revved her hormones into high gear. Bridget could feel her pussy getting wet and her clit rubbing against her panties, every move stimulating her hard button and driving. At best, if we really try, we could make one of your candles flicker, but nothing more. Its only on this night, Hallows Eve, that we can even appear to the living. Alana said. When the veil between worlds is at its thinnest. What do you want from us? Are you ghosts? Jack asked, the fear in his voice still tangible despite the assurances from the pair. Well, we are more spirits than ghosts. Alana offered. The difference really isnt important anymore, not after the time we have been here. But.