As she passed him, the man in the middle seat brushed his hips against hers and smirked.“My colleague and I enjoyed that little glimpse. We have the...rest of the afternoon off, what do you say to coming back to the hotel with us?” The man in the middle seat whispered softly into her ear.She turned and smirked and grabbed both of their hands and let them both feel her wetness and giggled. “I’m so sorry gentlemen, but I’m afraid I’m actually here to solve this problem. My lover is waiting for me.”. It was a vanity number, which read “George.” He counted the other cars parked on the street. Eighteen. Obviously a party. The man took a picture of the “George” plate with his cell phone, then pulled into the driveway of the house across the street, backed down, and drove off. About twenty minutes later, Monica was done. Talking with Blake, she emphasized that the party be kept secret. “This cannot get out, do you understand me? It cannot get out.” Blake smiled. “Uh huh. What’s with you? You. I heard the Mistress tell her to show me in.Clara closed the door behind me as I entered, and the Mistress stood. Instead of shaking hands, she gave me a warm hug, and showed me to a chair, commenting that she was surprised that she had not seen me for a long time. I reflected that the warmth of her greeting would probably disappear once I had explained a few things to her.She asked how I had been, and inquired after my 'little slave, ' and I told her that the slave was the main reason for my. Put both my hands on hertits, still nothing. Rubbed then some, a little sigh. Dennis and Jerry were ten feet or so away looking. I turned to them and said "I'm going tofuck her!" Let go of her tits, moved my hands down, grabbed her pantiesand slowly pulled them off. She seemed to slightly lift up her ass while I was removing them, but no other movement. I moved her down slightly soherpussy was near the end of the chaise lounge. I carefully spread her legsso Dennis and Jerry would get a good.