"What are you doing?" Alison gasped.I frowned at her. "I'm taking this damned thing off." You don't want to be their slut anymore?" Alison asked. Ther... were tears brimming in her eyes."You do?" I asked, stunned. Why would Alison want to stay with them?Alison sat on the bed next to me, taking my dark hands in her pale grip, kissing my knuckles. "I wanted to be Mark's slave," she confessed. "I've always fantasized about being submissive to a powerful man. When I discovered Mark was fucking. I figured that she’d overdone it with the liquid courage. Mistress got out of the chair and tottered, rather unsteadily, over to where I was kneeling and reached a hand down to me. “Come on Princess, time for you to go into the bedroom and show me what it’s like to be fucked by men.” “As you command Mistress, but do yourself a favor and take off your boots. You’ll fall over and break your neck if you don’t.” Mistress giggled drunkenly, and sat down on the floor beside me to pull off her. I can’t take it anymore… “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…YYYYYYESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! I LOVE YOUR DICK!!!! With that being said he smacks my ass and slows his strokes. With my head hanging out the window I feel the cool air on my face. Sweat is pouring down my face and dripping down to my eyes. As he slows his strokes I reach for a nearby towel to wipe my face. Just as I attempt to wipe my face he snatches the towel out my hands. “What the fuck are you doin’?!” I say with a perplexed look on my. She refilled her wine glass. Miriam downed another mouthful of her Merlot and decided to go inside. She went through the opening of the sliding glass doors that separated the terrace from her bedroom. The magic lamp sat alone on the center of her dresser. She picked it up, set her wineglass in its place, and sat down on the edge of the bed. She held the old brass lamp on her lap, drummed her fingertips on the mattress, and searched her weary mind for a solution to her problems. She stared down.