He flipped through his black book, moving down the array of names, till he reached Sue. He paused for the date beside her name was a decade in the pas.... He lingered for now he dug deep into the back burner of his memory for that name did tingle a reaction. As he digested the name, the memory opened and those days of activity were again very clear. Now his fingers could move and he could create a story that with, naturally a bit of poetic licence would make an interesting yarn.Sue was no pin-up. They were all dressed in elegant clothing, not much different from the tuxedo I wore. I felt suave as my eyes flit around, like I was James bond and not a twenty-year-old kid. I grinned, loving the flow of men equally dressed in tuxedos like mine, black jackets and bow ties. They looked dashing as they escorted beautiful women.So many beautiful women. California did not have any shortages in that regard. And they flocked to the rich and powerful. My father was a state senator. He crafted laws. I commented on what a pretty smile she had, but thinking about how much I loved her ass. She blushed a little and said thank you I can see that you mean that. At first I wasn't sure what she meant, then realized I only had on a pair of cotton shorts and she was looking at my semi from thinking about her in my bedroom. She said it was nice to be appreciated her husband doesn't seem to notice her especially since she had breast cancer and the scars she had but was going to have plastic surgery. ....in fact the first point was notyour fault but you know it is futile. You are made to bring out abondage horse and once positioned in the centre of the room are orderedover it. The Mistresses tie you painfully to it so that you cannot movea muscle. Then the second dildo still slick with Mistress Jacky's dryingpussy juices is pushed against your lips. you open allowing it to enterbut know there is no way all ten inches are going inside. Mistress Sarahhas other plans and continues to push it.