Slap my arse, once. You may step back and take a photo at this point if you wish; make it a good one. Do not speak. Do not touch me.” I haven’t ev...n touched her and I just want to explode all over her. I stand at the end of the bed, hands shaking with adrenaline as I begin touching her skin. Soft and fair and freshly shaved my fingers make their way up just like she said. I just want to rip those toys out and lap up all the sweet juices slowly running down her, glistening like it’s begging me. Miller told me to sleep, that they wanted me stretched open and would double fuck me as they woke up with wood during the night. I woke up several times to feel them moving their cocks in me, fucking me then stopping. Sometimes they came, sometimes they didnt but I didnt get much sleep. In the morning they pulled out of me, and Mr. Miller brought me a mirror. He pushed it down and told me to look at my cunt. I did, and I was astonished, my tiny slit was literally gaping open, leaking cum out of. All married to school time friends. They met on weekends as they had a Saturday night dinner at either one or the others places.This story is being told as per Manisha.On a Saturday we all went and had fun at the movies with exchanged partners. After the lovely movie, blow jobs to our husbands and dinner. We then went to the bedroom and came out in short skirts and Tank tops without undergarments. We sat chatting in the big balcony.Now started the fun and a long night thereafter. Now that the. She was enjoying this.‘Well slave’ she said. ‘We’re not sending you home, are we?.? You’re already home. Home in this nice flat of yours. Home in this nice flat which I want you to clean up tomorrow because I shall be moving in and you will be moving out.’‘But where will I go Mistress?’ I said. ‘I don’t fucking care, that’s your problem, but I want you to continue to pay all the bills till I tell you otherwise.’The other mistresses smiled. They knew what was coming.Now, Slave. Your final.