I wipe my hands clean on a towel, I do not want to get the pristine satinof my maids apron dirty, and hurry to the door and open it with a curtsy"Welc...me home Mistress Thorne," I say looking up, so relieved it'sactually her this time, surprised at the clothes she's wearing."I've been waiting here over a minute, maid," she says with a sneer,moving slightly so her biker leathers creak, "That is unacceptable, andwill result in punishment. Now, go get me a glass of wine." Y.. Yes Mistress Thorne,". " Brittany said, looking at the wall clock that read noon.Feeling bold, I grabbed Kacy and Ginger's hands and pulled them into the adjoining sitting room. I kissed Ginger full on the lips until we were making out, while Kaci pulled off her shirt. Then I picked Kaci up in my arms and kissed her the same, while Ginger peeled off her shorts.For some reason Kaci's cock didn't bother me. I would never let myself be around a boy' junk like this, but Kaci was cool, pretty, and most importantly to me,. Stupid? = hardly! Reaching out, I grasped one mittened hand in mine and drew her into the warmth of my den. ‘What in the world are you…?’ was all I managed to blurt out before she stopped me mid-sentence by shrugging the heavy coat from her shapely shoulders and letting it fall to the floor at her feet, revealing that her voluptuous form was clad in little more than a few thin hides roughly sewn in strategic spots and a huge cheshireish smile. This, and a little pair of wolfskin boots comprised. A lot were less than satisfying. I don’t know how to explain it, but I need some sort of connection to enjoy sex, even with a prostitute. Some just lay there, pretending you don’t exist. The ones I really hate, though, are the ones who make it an acting job, falsely moaning, telling you you’ve got the biggest dick ever, and they just can’t stand the pleasure. All good stuff, but I’ve never seen a hooker with the talent to carry it off without sounding phony as hell.Anyway, in the course of.