"You can't sleep here," the young man pointed out, gesturing over the study. "There's plenty of beds upstairs, and the Captain says to make you comfor...able." Can't... can't all the bags go in the same room? We're married, you know," she explained needlessly. "The Ambassador and I..."The boy grinned. "You take that up with Captain Happy, Ma'am. "He just said to take your bags up to a room he wants you to have, and show you to the bath. That's what I'm going to do."Prudence was silent. The way to. Not to shabby, missy." He sad, inspecting his work on my body. Then he looked to Kate"Dark skin really isn't the best visual when it comes to whip marks, is it?" His hand ran across my breasts, softly touching the burning mark. "I can barely even see it. Maybe I should have hit you harder... Well, there's a next time for everything."They took me by the hands and led me over to the table. It was a long, rectangular wooden table. About the perfect height to"Bend over." Mike said, pushing me down.. As the night progressed, and the laser lightshow, fog machine and the occasional indoor fireworks enhanced Becky's trip on whatever was in her drink, the newest raver grrl danced with greater abandon. Even as she lost sight of her friend from school, the other girl last seen making out heavily with some old man in his twenties, Becky didn't care. Grinning and giggling at everyone and everything, she danced with all her heart, not even minding the press of bodies around her, everyone gyrating,. And when my cum shots came on, they all hooted and hollered as I shot my load. And then when I licked up my cum, they all cheered. That's when Mistress told them she called me 'sissy girl' because only sissy's eat cum.During all this, I had been kneeling in the center of the room, my only movement being to fetch more wine when one of the ladies said, "Slave, my glass is getting low."I would say, "Yes Ma'am." and hurry to refill their glass. As I knelt there totally mortified at what they were.