I was Brenda, the middle aged slut and Michael was my conquest - and it felt right. It felt absolutely right! We writhed and moved against each other ...nd his cock was like a bar against me. I could feel its wet sticky touch against my thigh as I lay on top of him and kissed, feeling his hands caress my bum gently. Outside I could hear the world go about its business - inside, I was having sex as Brenda!I went down between his thighs, which he spread apart for me. My lipsticked mouth circled his. "Good bitch of the South." Judy Garland's ghost will haunt you for that," I laughed, and then drank along with her.With a can of beer inside me and a lot of laughing, I had a little buzz on; I couldn't remember ever having so much fun. Belinda and I weren't the only girls there, but all the others seemed to be partnered up. Andrew hadn't turned up yet, so even though Belinda had the appearance of a single girl, in reality I was just about the only one.Belinda was playing a game of Guess the. And they can use any word they like to label what we will do, but we shall not be shamed by the sound and the spelling, for we are making a contract in which nothing is to be excluded, and there are only two words we will allow in to define what is about to commence, the first describing the bond, and the second the goal – love and happiness.But a stunning naked beauty has been unwittingly excluded, and stands anxiously, unnoticed and pouting, gazing wide-eyed at the silent ritual exchange of. I think I've got some clip-on earrings and perfume inthis box somewhere to finish her off. But otherwise...fab!"She rummaged around and found some big loop earrings which she attachedto my ears. A quick spray of perfume and she was done."What do you say, Fifi?" Hannah demanded of me."Thank you, Mistress," I quietly said to Emily."Hey, it's no bother. You look great. God knows how long you'll lastin those heels though...good luck!."I gave a wry smile.With that, the doorbell rang."Perfect.