They supported me in my time of need. He carried me to the bathroom, and held my disgusting face over the toilet bowl."It's ok, little slave", he said...softly, "I'm here to protect you."I wanted to die. I wanted to scream for joy! My Lord and Master was getting sprayed with my vomit, and he only thought of my safety. After a while, the heaves stopped. My master took a wet towel, and wiped my face clean. I was so happy. I was so ashamed. I should be servinghis needs, but he is serving me!He. .. ," he sourly replied.The filthy slut, he thought to himself. Every week she comes to confession and tells every detail of the vile, disgusting, lascivious goings on of her and her queer husband. How a man can willingly set his wife up with other men I can't understand.Such were the priest's thoughts and he continued on his way into the church.After a wait of a minute or two, the confessional door opened and closed as the first penitent entered.It's her, Helena G... , the priest thought to. Jin was a freak. She danced all night on her own – but she was not alone. She had several male and female friends with her and flit between several people – one of which was, thankfully, me! She also sampled all 3 floors – each with it’s own kind of music. She favoured the House on the 2nd floor to the Disco (on the ground floor) and the Techno (on the top floor), but was perfectly happy wiggling about to almost any kind of music. When they kicked us out at 2pm, I was hastily finishing my drink. She had one long finger circling her clit. The other hand was busy pumping a rubber dildo in and out of her dripping pussy. She started circling faster, tweaking her hard clit until her hand was a blur. Pumping the dildo faster and faster until…. *knock, knock* ‘Kristin, are you in there? You have a guest.’ ‘Just a minute,’ Kristin croaked, after abruptly stopping her oncoming orgasm. She hid her dildo in a drawer in her dressing room, washed her hands, and slid her dress back over her head..