"Do they look hungry?" I asked, pointing at the pool.Patti snuggled into me so she could see what I was pointing at. "Oh, my," she sighed. "How do you...tell them apart?"I laughed and let my left hand dangle just below her breasts. Both girls had shed the tiny piece of fabric from their upper body and their breasts did look identical. "Wanda's the aggressor, but Marsha's holding her own." It looks like Wanda can't decide which she prefers, invading Marsha's mouth or trying to swallow her. Theslave will never close the toilet door.b) Dress Code: The slave is assigned by virtue of Article One (1),Section a) and Article Two (2), Section e) of this contract, to dressaccording to this Article, Section, and Sub-Sections.1) Minimum Garment Requirements: The slave may never again wear any maleclothing. The slave will also wear whatever clothes the Owner decidesupon any occasion no matter how revealing.2) During Service: The slave will as a minimum wear her uniform, collar,and chastity. “I can’t leave Australia without some serious sex with a male. Ada promised you had large, thick cock - ten inches when erect. That is serious equipment Michael. Let’s see if it’s true.“I am starved for some sex with a man, I promised my man no fucking while I was away, no mention of blowing another man or some lesbian sex though,” she smiles at me as we watch each other undress. Even better tits than I always imagined and good nipples. I have an almost full on erection as Zondra is down to her. Or I should say I was watching TV. Sam was distracted by his phone. When I asked what was so interesting, he said, “nothing”, and turned the phone off. I noticed the bulge in his shorts and asked, “Are you looking at porn?”“No…”, came his guilty reply. Then, “OK, Yes”. He turned the phone back on and turned the screen so I could see. It was a very staged, but hard-core BDSM scene. My cunt began to tingle. Sam didn’t look at porn often, and I had never seen him looking at anything more.