Her appointment time was in 10 minutes but she would rather be early than late. Inside there was a reception area. She went to the desk. “Letter, p...ease,” the receptionist demanded curtly. Ellie handed the letter over and watched the receptionist check the details on her computer. She liked the way the receptionist was dressed. A tight beige short sleeved shirt tight enough to show her breasts pushing out the buttons, and a matching skirt that stopped a couple of inches above her knees, Bare. Art said, “Good luck.” That was odd, not “good night,” or “thanks,” but “good luck?”When I got back, things had progressed well past the party phase. It was orgy time. The music had stopped and the bright lights were turned down to intimate. I did a quick sweep of the living room, kitchen, bedrooms. I even looked in the bathroom, no Van!!??There WAS a lot of infidelity going on. Low groans emanated from each couch, somebody was being loudly fucked on the kitchen counter and the sound of female. He complimented me on my looks and my sexy legs and I replied politely in a soft voice just following my feelings. In my head the thoughts were running, trying to figure out what I should make of the situation. Very quickly my thinking always ended in the same thoughts: I claim to be born to serve the lust and pleasure of men, my fulfilling is to fulfil their dreams and desires as good as I can – so what was there to think about? If I ever wanted to find out if I am cut out to serve without any. A couple of the guys took exception, and when they did Cathy told them no to the request to dance.Most of the guys would ask me. I always waited for a nod or shake from Cathy. A nod and I agreed, a shake and I got up and made a fool of myself. When she agreed, the guy got one dance and a thank you. A few of the men tried to cut in, and Cathy told them no right on the dance floor.When the reception was winding down, Cathy asked me to escort her to her car. I fetched our coats and walked with.