Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in PASSIONÕS PLAYPEN Chapter Eight After being used so cruely out under the birch tree, strung up by her wrists with her boobs swaying like ripe fruit in front of her while her ass was stung endlessly by the birch, Kate wanted nothing more than to go home. She cried to herself, stumbling in the wet, dew-laden grass as Melinda led her back into JohnÕs house. Oh, how could he have been so inconsiderate of her? Kate asked herself. SheÕd contemplated a more romantic encounter than simply being tied up and fucked, and, worse, whipped by his mistress. Melinda had struck her with the hand of a jealous woman. KateÕs bottom was burning like the sun and amidst the overall feeling of fire there were deeper, whip-thin scars of heat, blazing away on her chubby cheeks. Kate knew those must be weals, or near-weals, and theyÕd take days to heal. She wanted to reach behind herself to feel if her skin had been broken, but she didnÕt have the nerve. Instead she sobbed into her palm while her other hand was dragged forward by Melinda, who led her back up the stone porch and in through JohnÕs imposing front door. Its square wooden frame received her like the maw of Hell, KateÕs bottom impelled forward by its burning into what she knew must be more ferocious tortures inside. Yet, within, inside the seeming safety of the house, KateÕs bottom turned out to be a new source of delight for John. He photographed her as she came tripping inside. Kate was led into a room where a massage table had been set up. It was modern-looking, like an examination table in a doctorÕs office. Kate saw that a clean fresh white towel had been thrown over it for her comfort. ÒUp on the table, dear. We must attend to your bottom right away,Ó Melinda said in a conspiratorial voice to Kate. Eunice stood near the table. She viewed Kate with the air of a British household servant, an adherent of the commonsense view of life, who, though dutiful, looked upon the lifestyle of her rich masters with dubious disapproval. Nonetheless she stood beside a night table cluttered with phials, apparently all specially prepared just for Kate. Kate was grasped from behind by John. He took her by the ribs so as not to further injure her bottom. He lifted her bodily. For a moment Kate was held aloft by him, her feet merely dangling beneath her. Then he plopped her face down on the table. The soft towel received her. Kate felt her nipples, still stiff from the cold outdoors, prick against the cotton of the towel. ÒSpread your legs,Ó Melinda told Kate. The blonde had no intention of obeying. How could she show her sex to these people after theyÕd treated her so roughly? Yet, with an anxious glance at John, she saw resistance was not a viable option. He was standing with his arms folded over his chest. He was bare now, except for his socks and shoes. HeÕd disrobed to fuck her and Kate wondered if his discarded clothing still lay on his front lawn. She saw the rippling of his muscles and his stern countenance. Melinda slapped KateÕs unmarked thighs, intimating that her wounded bottom would get the next slap if she didnÕt obey. Quietly Kate opened herself to Melinda. The woman, seeing her legs part, helped her obey by seizing KateÕs ankles and spreading her feet as wide as the table would allow. Then KateÕs ankles were each cuffed with soft leather cuffs to the table. KateÕs hands, meanwhile, were drawn out in front of her by Eunice. The woman, tsking at KateÕs fate, at her coming here, no doubt, in the first place, to this forest-shrouded house where only John was the Law, cuffed KateÕs wrists. ÒHereÕs a pillow. You can rest your cheek on it,Ó Eunice said sympathetically to Kate. The servant slipped a small soft slipcased cushion under KateÕs face. With her arms at full extension, and her legs spread, Kate resigned herself to her misfortune and settled her cheek onto the pillow. Eunice produced a soft cloth and wiped KateÕs face with it. Kate wriggled her nose. She felt like a little girl being attended to by her mommie and she didnÕt like the feeling of utter dependency. ÒYour bottom needs aromatherapy to make it better,Ó Melinda said quietly to Kate. ÒThe first lotion IÕll apply is an antispectic, Clove.Ó Melinda had barely spoken when Kate felt a splash of liquid upon her bare fanny. ÒAughgghgh!Ó Kate cried. She launched her face into the air and pulled at the staps which held her. ÒOooooh, it burns!Ó Kate sobbed when sheÕd recovered herself a little. Eunice hovered over her face with a fresh towel. When she got a chance she wiped KateÕs face anew. ÒOf coruse it burns. I told you it was an antiseptic, silly!Ó Melinda snipped. ÒFirst we must cleanse your bottom of any residue from the birch. This should numb your bottom too, and give it a little relief.Ó With her bare hands Melinda gently massaged KateÕs wettened bottom as the blonde gritted her teeth and tried to bear her discomfort. As the oil soaked into her skin she did feel a slight lessening of the awful burning which afflicted her. Her bottom also began to grow warm. Kate wiggled her ass as she felt the warmth turn into a glow, as if her bare ass were a nightlight. John, watching, began to rise again as he watched. And as his manhood grew he took more photographs of Kate for his friends. ÒDonÕt worry. We have no intention of harming you,Ó Melinda told Kate. ÒJohn will do doubt want to fuck you again after enjoying the pleasure of seeing you whipped. Try to bear up well under it. This is nothing compared to what birthing a child will feel like. Or so IÕm told,Ó Melinda smiled at John. ÒNext IÕll apply Peppermint,Ó Melinda told Kate. There was a new splash of oil on KateÕs tushy. She cried out again, but less urgently, for she was pleasantly numb from the Clove oil. As Melinda rubbed the oil into KateÕs bottom Kate felt her hind cheeks relax. The oil was a muscle relaxant, Melinda told her. ÒAnti-inflammatory too, to help you recover from your burny welts.Ó The peppermint oil left KateÕs bottom feeling pleasantly cool. Yet Kate didnÕt like any of this, she told herself, having herself spread out naked on a table and her bottom paid so much attention. She sobbed quietly, remorsefully. Kate sniffled as she sobbed. Eunice put a hot towel to KateÕs face and made Kate blow her nose into the towel. John, meanwhile, felt insprired. He presented his cock to KateÕs mouth after her nose had been wiped and made her take it. Kate found herself involuntarily sucking him, but there was nothing she could do. She huffed and puffed over his huge penis as, behind her, Melinda made her wince with new applications of the Peppermint oil. John showed little interest in conserving his seed. He forced Kate to suck him, taking occasional intimate photographs of her efforts. When he felt like cumming he simply shot himself into her. Then he withdrew and took photos of her cum-dripping mouth. Kate agonized over her bottom as more splashes of oil were poured onto it. Melinda didnÕt bother to describe each oil to Kate. Some were sweet, almost harmless, while others seemed deliberately bitter. Eunice wiped the sperm from KateÕs face when John was through phtographing her oral denoument. Melinda, meanwhile, to finish KateÕs treatment, applied Rose oil to her fanny. ÒThis one is an antidepressant,Ó Melinda told Kate. ÒJust in case youÕre feeling down. It also serves as an aphrodesiac, so donÕt blame yourself if you start feeling sexy!Ó Kate wept loudly. She didnÕt want to be sexy. She just wanted to go home to her own dorm room at her college, where all her friends were, and snuggle up in her bed by herself and never, ever go on such a wild partying spree again. Yet, with Eunice wiping her face, she felt sure John had more plans for her. Worse ones, perhaps, than sheÕd already endured. Kate was taken back downstairs to the cellar. She was collared and her collar, which was a simple dogÕs collar, was tethered to the wooden post. She was given a waterbowl to drink from, and a small bowl of broken up bits of cheese and bologna. She was told to relax on the pillows, tummy down, bottom up. She was handcuffed, with her hands behind her, to keep her from pleasuring herself if she should feel randy. And then, cuffed and collared, she was left by John and Melinda. Eunice promised to check up on her during the night. John and Melinda told her they were going upstairs to sleep. In the morning KateÕs bowl was cleaned by Eunice. Kate had eaten nothing during the night. Now, as she lay hungry over the pillows, she watched as Eunice transferred a ham and egg omlette from a silver tray into KateÕs doggie bowl. KateÕs hands were freed so that she could eat from the bowl kneeling on all fours. John came downstairs, looking and feeling refreshed, with Melinda beside him. He photographed Kate as she ate like a dog and drank from her water bowl. Eunice poured coffee into KateÕs water bowl to accompany her omlette. Afterward Kate was forced to kneel before John and, wincing every time she moved, for her bottom still hurt, Kate was forced to catch in her mouth seedless grapes that John and Melinda tossed at her. Kate was taken upstairs. Outside it was a dreary morning. Rain drizzled over the lawn. Melinda had Kate come out back with her and go swimming with her in JohnÕs heated pool. The two girls swam in the nude as John watched from the porch. At MelindaÕs encouragement, the two girls practised their diving. They competed with each other in dog paddling races across the length of the pool. Melinda allowed Kate a head start because her wounded bottom still pained her whenever she moved. The girls played with a big beach ball. They tossed it back and forth to each other, standing in the shallow end of the pool with their bare bodies exposed to the chilly rain. When John felt ready, he ordered both girls out of the pool. He told them to kneel in front of him. They obeyed, and Kate found herself admiring anew JohnÕs penis. It was big and strong and it pulsed with his need. He fed it first to her and then, holding in his seed, he fed it in turn to Melinda. He alternated between the two girls, giving each of them equal time with his prick. Sometimes he stopped and bantered with them, letting his organ rest lest he blow himself away before he felt ready. Finally, when he couldnÕt stand his need anymore, he stuffed himself into KateÕs mouth, almost choking her. He thrust into her throat and, stabbing in and out of her deeper depths, he discharged his seed into her. Kate gasped for air when he finally drew himself out of her. Cum splashed down over her cheeks and chin and ran down her neck and speckled her boobs. Melinda turned KateÕs face to her own and, with John perfunctorily commanding it, for Melinda apparently already knew what he wanted, she licked KateÕs face clean. Kate was left unmolested for the rest of the day. Eunice offered to teach Kate piano. Kate found herself sitting bare-assed naked on a soft cushion on a wooden piano bench, with Eunice beside her. A fire blazed nearby, warming Kate sufficiently. Kate was made to play chopsticks and other simple songs as John, sitting nearby in an overstuffed chair, relished the rise and fall of her nude breasts. ÒWe will discipline your breasts this evening,Ó John warned Kate. She might have replied in the negative. But after John spent in her mouth out by the pool heÕd forced her to accept a black gag. It was made of soft felt. Kate didnÕt like it. Nonetheless, she was determined to wear it as gracefully as she could. She was beginning to respect her captors. She was given leave to explore the house on her own, and even to pick flowers in the back yard, when the rain let up, provided she kept on her collar and dutifully wore the gag. At lunch Melinda pulled KateÕs gag down to her throat. She spoon fed Kate. It was a lunch of yogurt and brie cheese. They drank wine. Kate relished the smoothe feel of the wine as it slid down her throat for it promised to ease a little the sting in her bottom, which still hurt. After lunch she was re-gagged. They played Scrabble, lying nude on the floor in the living room. Only sexy or dirty words were to be used. Frequently Kate had to resort to a nearby paperback dictionary to look up words. She used Òcondom,Ó and Òflagellate,Ó and ÒdisciplineÓ to win rounds for herself. All the while John teased her about her breasts, watching her lying on them with her chin up, supported by her fist, so that her bosoms pillowed her. Whenever Kate lifted herself up her bosoms would reveal themselves, sometimes right down to her wiggly nipples. John stroked himself occasionally, and Melinda masturbated a little. They encouraged Kate to but they didnÕt force her. Near the end of the game, Kate sat up and, just to appear good, she sat on the floor with her legs crossed and played in her slit with her fingers. John smiled and told her heÕd go easier on her breasts when he punished them after dinner. ÒWhy must they be punished?Ó Kate wanted to ask. But she could only look at him with her wide blue eyes and frig herself. Her fingers became visibly wet with herself, and Melinda smiled at the appearance of dew on the lips of KateÕs cunt. The dress bound the woman from her throat to her toes. She had long brown hair, pinned up neatly but loosely, as if sheÕd been interrupted. She smiled at Kate. Her dress, which held her tight as paint on a vase, was jet black. It was sleeveless, so the woman wore opera-length gloves on her arms. The dress dipped down in an inverted decollette arch, showing her bosoms, almost to the tips of her nipples, yet a collar that was part of the dress itself bound her throat. The dress was so tight that, looking at the woman, Kate fancied she saw the indentation where her navel was. And, as the woman gazed at Kate, all sweetness and full of welcome, her nipples rose through the sheer fabric of her dress. The woman turned around. Her dress was slit up each side. As she turned on her long stiletto heeled pumps her legs were bared by the swirl of her dress. She had breathtaking legs, which supported, as Kate saw, a firm round adorable bottom. Her back was bare. The black dress dipped so low that it showed more than half her bottom crack, exposing her softly clenching cheeks. There could be little doubt, once you saw this elegantly dressed creature from behind, what the night portended. In response John, who was standing beside Kate, holding her gently, popped a boner. Melinda glanced down at JohnÕs newly risen crotch and giggled, though Kate thought she detected a trace of envy in MelindaÕs laugh. Despite MelindaÕs beauty, she and John had been living together for some time. Men always proved most responsive to a brand new conquest, Kate reminded herself. Kate was still in that category for John. She wore her dogÕs collar around her throat and, when she and John stepped into the home, all the guests could see that she was handcuffed by one of her hands to JohnÕs left wrist. Melinda travelled uncuffed at his right. She carried in her purse a small collection of JohnÕs newly developed photos. It was a beautiful house. Kate permitted herself to gaze about. She felt scared and lonely and her pussy was hot, thanks to her masturbating, but she tried to relax and to convince herself that John wouldnÕt punish her breasts. Drinks were served. The other guests, there were perhaps 20, gathered in the living room and exchanged small talk. Little mention was made of KateÕs being handcuffed to John. It was all taken in stride. Kate looked adorable in a short dress and blouse, both made of fine cloth, one dark lavender and the other a lighter shade of violet. She had frilled ankle socks on and graceful Jelly pumps, their long spiked heels reinforced to loft her up on her tiptoes. She wore a tight corset under her blouse, hidden there beneath her kid-like clothes, which lifted up her breasts almost obscenely but failed to cover her nipples. She wore no panties and her corset had no stockings to attach its base to. It left her pussy as exposed as her nipples. But nobody knew, gazing casually at her, for she was young and perhaps they thought she had high-perched breasts, which were high but not quite as high, in real-life, as the corset made them look, pushing them up rudely to show off her nipples the minute her blouse was removed. And Kate had no doubt that it would be. They were to spend the night, and her nipples were to feature prominently in the eveningÕs festivities, though nobody knew that yet, just that John had brought her for everyone to play with. ÒSome old faces, some new faces, eh John?Ó A man who introduced himself to KateÕs master said. ÒWhoÕs the bombshell hostess?Ó John asked. ÒA gal whoÕs new. To our area, not the scene,Ó Rex replied. ÒWhoÕs your little friend here?Ó His eyes passed to KateÕs prominent breasts. ÒJust a toy,Ó John said. He tugged at the collar around KateÕs neck. He grinned at Rex. ÒDonÕt ask her to sit down.Ó RexÕs eyes widened. ÒSheÕs spirited, eh?Ó he asked. ÒShe deliberately dropped one of my best tea cups,Ó Melinda said, though she hardly looked upset about it and her voice trailed away absently as the hostess offered her a flute of wine. ÒYour dress is simply gorgeous,Ó Melinda complimented their hostess. ÒThanks. I look better without it, though,Ó the hostess, who was named Ruth, repliled. ÒWhoÕs your friend?Ó ÒOh,Ó Melinda answered, turning her head back toward Kate. ÒJust some teenager JohnÕs breaking in.Ó She leaned forward and whispered something into RuthÕs ear. RuthÕs eyes grew wider and they both shared a secretive giggle. Kate, overhearing, tried not to blush, though she feared they were talking about her. The small talk continued. Everyone met everyone else and, underneath their pleasant remarks, they sized each other up for the eveningÕs games. Finally Ruth went over to Kate and, touching her politely on the shoulder, she said, in front of everyone, ÒI hear you were very brave last night. Could you show us what John did to you?Ó Kate gulped. Everyone, all the woman as well as the men in the room were looking at her. She let Ruth turn her around and then, with all eyes pasted on her from behind, Ruth gently lifted KateÕs skirt and showed them her bare bottom. A gasp went up from the crowd. KateÕs bottom, which they all instantly praised as adorable, had been marked quite distinctly by a birch. Melinda took credit for the marks. Everyone wanted to feel them and Kate was forced to suffer the indignity of a thousand fingers all nimbly touching her heinie. A few insinuated themselves naughtily into her crack. Others, particularly, it seemed, the long-nailed female fingers, actually passed between her legs and felt up her lovelips. They came away wet, for Kate was still aroused from her masturbating. John and she and Melinda had ended their session of scrabble without permitting themselves to cum. It had been a plan, Kate figured now, to make her more receptive. Her cunny was too hungry for her to flee the seeking hands which explored her. They gave her rump admiring pats and praised her for taking her punishment like a grown up girl. Ruth, boldly, when everyone had felt up Kate as much as they pleased, bent over and kissed KateÕs behind. ÒI hope that makes it a little better,Ó Ruth told Kate. She restored KateÕs dress. Kate thought herself free of the press of hands and eyes but then Ruth, taking the zipper at the back of KateÕs dress, said to her: ÒYouÕre bottomÕs just too pretty to keep hidden. Especially with such fine marks on it. May I undress you?Ó And, without waiting for Kate to answer, though she did pause, though only to smirk confidentially at the other guests, Ruth took down KateÕs dress. A quick zip left it unable to remain at KateÕs hips and when Ruth drew her fingers away, it fell to KateÕs knees, where Kate caught at it with her hand. Ruth freed the dress from KateÕs fingers and let it fall down to her ankles. ÒStep out of it, please,Ó Ruth told Kate. She lifted KateÕs hand and made the girl step out of her skirt. In doing so Kate was aware of the dangling of her corsetÕs straps. They should have attached to long stockings, but John had given her only little girlÕs socks to wear, frilled socks that rose only as high as her ankles. Kate observed the menÕs eyes on her straps. They were slender and delicate and obviously made to attach to something, yet they wiggled with her every smallest movement. The two in front framed her blonde bush, swaying in front of it and inviting the eyes to center upon it. In back, her bottom was framed by two more unattached straps. Like little thongs they danced over her whip-marked bottom, as if to give it new stripes. Kate, still handcuffed to her master, tossed her blonde head as casually as she could and tried not to think of all the eyes on her fanny. She was proud of her bottom, in an odd, feminine sort of way. Proud of how all the men, and not a few women, gazed at her nether cheeks in admiration. It wasnÕt often you could show off your bottom in public, Kate reminded herself, trying to suppress the butterflies that rose up in her tummy. Yet, when you were young, and beautiful, wasnÕt it something you should wish to do? Kate gave her heinie a wiggle and watched the other guests respond. She was a fish, leading a school of fish in the ocean, her flipping tail making all the others follow. ÒGod, if it wasnÕt marked already,Ó a young man sighed. He looked wealthy and spoiled and Kate took an instant liking to him. He seemed to have eyes filled with fire and Kate guessed his veins were just as arduous, right down to the ones that ridged the thing in his pants which now stood up quite plainly, making him a little embarrassed as he stood amongst his fellows. Then Kate saw her admirerÕs eyes pass over to the waist of the hostess. Kate leaned back a little and saw that there was a competitor for the roomÕs eyes. The hostess, in bending over to kiss KateÕs fanny, had revealed more of her own rump. Her dress was so tight and cut so low in back that when she bent her bottom had arched up out of her gown. Now it stuck out quite completely, with her tight gown bunched underneath it. Unless she reached back and put a finger into her dress and lifted it up back over herself, the hostess would have a bare bottom for the rest of the night. Kate waited for the hostess to repair her dress. But she didnÕt. Instead, she went on with her duties as if nothing had happened. She took a fresh bottle of wine from an ice bucket and had a man uncork it for her. Then she filled the glasses of those guests that looked empty, waiting while a few guests hastily downed what theyÕd already been given. ÒWe must be in high spirits for the evening,Ó the hostess laughed. Her nipples were risen through her expensive dress. It clung to her belly and thighs so liquidly that Kate felt the womanÕs pussy was almost on display. Where her thighs met the hostessÕ dress dipped inward, then rose a little to show the outline of her bush. While the effect had always been present, the fact that the hostess was now disordered in back seemed to deepen KateÕs awareness of it. She felt so teased by the womanÕs attire that she wanted to run over to her and rip off her dress. She felt a strange desire to lick the womanÕs bush and pass her tongue up between her lovelips and make the hostess as aroused as Kate herself was feeling. The hostess came around to where John and Melinda and Kate were standing, talking with Rex and the young man whom Kate admired for having such fiery eyes. He introduced himself to her as Ken. Kate liked the fact that both her name and his began with the same letter. He seemed to want to stare at her bare pussy but he kept his eyes aloft, at the level of her eyes, though sometimes he did allow them to fall to the level of her breasts. KateÕs corset, which everyone now knew she wore, pushed her bosoms up high. Her nipples presented themselves to him through the thin fabric of her blouse. It was a blouse that a little girl might wear, frilled at the edges, with short sleeves that were too short, hugging her upper arms where they joined to her shoulders. It dipped in front, but modestly had a slim-ribboned bow tied between her uplifted breasts. Ken, clearly a little nervous at touching her in the presence of her master, as he talked to Rex, reached out and yanked on KateÕs blouse-bow and undid it. ÒHey, those breasts are mine to torture,Ó John said to Ken. ÒTorture? I should want to defend them then,Ó Ken replied. His resolve to have her seemed to stiffen in the face of another maleÕs open resistance. The hostess, perhaps sensing the start of a dispute between two of her males, appeared before John with her wine bottle in hand. ÒItÕs been awhile since IÕve been marked,Ó she said to John softly, meeting his darkening eyes with her own deep blue pair. To Kate they looked like pools in which anyone might be lost, male or female, and she felt again her desire to know this woman as she had not known any other. Perhaps it was simply the wine, for when the hostess had refilled JohnÕs glass she turned to Kate, nudging Ken back, and told Kate to drink what was in her glass so she could add this new, different brand. Kate sipped her glass as quickly as she could. KenÕs eyes flashed at John and JohnÕs flashed back. Sensing a battle still brewing, the hostess reached out and touched KateÕs pubic hair with her fingers. Kate started. Wine spilled down her chin and fell in drops onto her blouse. The hostess ran her fingers freely through KateÕs bush and then tugged on its springy hairs, invitingly, as if to ask Kate to follow her to bed. No one else saw, except John who was standing right next to her. Ken had turned away. The young male defeated by the older, vowing revenge. As Kate withstood the hostessÕs exploration of her private hair, she passed her hand across to John to steady herself. As it happened her hand fell upon his crotch. And no wonder, it was sticking out quite markedly, offering an easy handhold for searching female fingers. Kate gripped it, only to keep her balance as the hostessÕs fingertips explored her. But in gripping it she felt it rise, bulge more. JohnÕs cock stiffened and she wondered absently if he was issuing pre-cum into his underpants. She felt her own dew moisten her cuntlips. The hostess wet her fingertips on KateÕs sex and then, after bathing in KateÕs excitement for a moment, withdrew. The hostess put her fingertips to KateÕs lips. ÒYou are wet,Ó the hostess said to Kate. She made Kate taste herself and passed her fingers around KateÕs lips, glossing them with the dew from her cunt, a kind of natural lipstick. Jealously Kate watched as Ken was engaged by another female. She had a very short miniskirt and long black boots on. Her top was a midriff that showed her belly. She had seductively innocent pigtails, created by bows tied into her hair. Openly she offered her hand to KenÕs crotch. He let her massage his thing. The crowd was growing more physical in its admiration of one another. Hands that had heretofore remained quiet now whispered over breasts and delved between legs. The men became visibly uncomfortable in their pants as their cocks grew huge and had noplace to go. The females all sprouted nipples, those with thin blouses, while Kate guessed the others were just as excited but restrained by their bras. Men and women who had not known each otherÕs names an hour before now kissed, openly, in front of their wives or girlfriends or husbands. Kate watched as KenÕs fly was unzipped and the woman in the black boots drew him out to his full length. Nobody seemed to mind that his penis was on display. A jewel of precum at the tip of his rod, where he might have peed if he wished, issued forth. It grew heavy on the tip of his cockhead and drooled in a long drop to the floor. The woman in the boots smiled at Ken. She rubbed his shaft and invited him to cum in her hand if he wished. ÔYou are young,Õ her eyes seemed to say. ÔYou have plenty and I know you can go all night. DonÕt torment yourself with your abundance. Spurt it out if you wish to.Õ Though she was no older than Ken the young woman in the boots seemed to have a taste for decadence far beyond what Ken was used to. His eyes expressed shock that she would take him this far this quickly, right in front of everyone, with the others still petting and kissing. The girl in the boots simply smiled reassuringly. Helpfully she cupped her other hand under his cockhead, while still rubbing his shaft. Ken tried to step back. He didnÕt want to lose himself so quickly. ÒNo!Ó the girl in the long black boots said sharply to him, as if he were a randy dog. Except she wanted his sperm. She did not have a desire to push him away, as a female might, finding a dog rubbing up against her leg. Instead, she wanted to see him satisfied. She clung to the root of his penis with her fingers, while still offering a cupping place for him to spurt with her other hand. Kate, still having her lips lightly rubbed by the hostess, one hand rubbing her mouth while the other sought between her legs, watched Ken and prayed he held on to himself. As she prayed she felt her own legs offer a new sprinkling of dew. And Ken, not knowing of her own offering, suddenly jetted his sperm into the hand of the girl wearing the boots. She frisked his stiff rod and accepted his liquid manhood into her palm. Ken looked down at himself. He was clearly embarrassed by his eruption but there was nothing he could do now. All was lost, or gained, for his face puffed with pleasure as he spurted himself into the girlÕs hand. She rubbed him until he had no more to give. Then, as if to tease him, she lifted her cupped palm to her mouth and quietly licked at his profusion. Ken watched as she fed upon his seed. It made her mouth gooey and sticky. Her tongue became coated with what had been, just moments before, in his balls. Kate arched her hips forward. She offered her slit to the hostessÕs questing hands, so inspired was she by KenÕs offering. She opened her mouth and sucked in one of the hostessÕ fingers. ÒMmmm, yes little sweet, are you excited?Ó the hostess asked Kate. She still didnÕt know the womanÕs name, yet she now had one of the womanÕs fingers in both her pairs of lips. Kate tried to fuck herself on the inquiring finger at her dell. The hostess drew it back a little, teasingly, not letting Kate have it. She lifted her hand and pried KateÕs lips apart and withdrew her finger from KateÕs mouth. ÒI want marks like you have,Ó the hostess said to Kate. ÒCome.Ó She drew Kate along, crossing the room, with her bottom bulbing out of her tight-fitting dress. Wherever Kate went, John was sure to follow. He watched with admiration as the hostess led him and his slave. He had a choice of bottoms, one marked, one unmarked, and his penis stood up in his pants as best it could, snarled in his underpants but nonetheless presenting a clear picture of his manliness. There was a curtain and the hostess drew it open. Kate had thought it to be a curtain hiding a window. But instead it proved to be a small alcove, built into the wall, perhaps for the purpose of housing a television. There was no television there, however, but instead, on empty shelves where a T.V. and VCR and discplayer might have stood, there was an array of sex toys. Kate gasped as she saw fake penises displayed on a shelf. They were various sizes and they looked to her like missiles waiting to be put into silos. There was a pile of condoms, all unwrapped and waiting like coins. Some were red and some blue and some clear. Beside the pile of condoms was an assortment of bottles. One said ÔKYÕ and another, Ôvaseline,Õ and others had brand names on them. But all served one purpose: to lubricate inaccessible places so they could be more easily entered. ÒHelp yourself, everybody,Ó the hostess invited. Several riding crops waited and the hostess selected one, a particularly thin one which Kate knew would leave sharp marks. She pressed it into KateÕs hand and looked at John. ÒI want her to beat me,Ó she said to John. ÒRight on my bottom. And I want you to watch, and play with yourself while she does it.Ó ÒYou donÕt want me to flog you?Ó John asked. Òno,Ó the hostess replied, her voice so soft it was barely audible. She gulped. Then she continued, ÒYou would be too gentle. She is inexperienced and she will make it hurt more.Ó ÒBut your bottom is...Ó John said, passing his hand behind her and feeling what she was offering him. ÒNo prettier than hers, and look how you marked her,Ó the hostess replied to John. ÒYes, but she is new and must be trained,Ó John answered. ÒI was simply training her, so she can know what a man might do to her if she surrenders herself to someone who is truly a fiend for it, you know, someone she meets dancing by herself in a club. And I didnÕt do her, Melinda did, and women are always harder on each other than even the worst of us men. Still, it wasnÕt too bad, hmmm?Ó he glanced quickly at Kate. She lowered her eyes submissively, liking the attention her bottom was getting. It was the subject of conversation at an elegant party and she knew people could overhear his question to her as the guests crowded around to help themselves to the sex toys. ÒIt hurt,Ó Kate pouted. ÒIt still hurts... a little,Ó Kate continued. ÒEspecially if I sit down.Ó She felt marvelously spoiled and her pussy was wet and she licked her lips and tasted herself. Bondage was strange, she thought. It made you feel yourself in new ways, especially in your private parts. SheÕd lain with boys before, but sheÕd never felt so aware of her bottom, her breasts. She longed to have teeth applied to her nipples and to be made to scream. She wanted to feel her belly invaded and she felt a need to have something inserted into her ass. Anything, it didnÕt matter. She wanted to give herself up, to be taken and pried open and filled. She would be a receptacle, like the hand of the girl with the boots, except she would keep what was put into her, forced into her, and she would incubate it. As it happened she was handed a riding crop and forced to assume the role of a dominatrix. John, clearly aroused at the thought of seeing the hostessÕs pale white bottom whipped, unlocked himself from Kate to set her free. Kate was left standing with a handcuff dangling from her right wrist. She was attached to no one now, a liberated slave. She still wore her collar but she was expected to act as something other than a captive. She must lead instead of merely accepting and responding. She didnÕt like her new role. It forced her to think. She decided to revenge herself upon the woman whoÕd placed her in this new position. ÒCome,Ó she said to the hostess. ÒIÕll give you want you want then, for youÕve taken my master from me.Ó John was ablaze with lust, and, offered the sight of seeing the hostessÕs bottom whipped, Kate knew he could not be dissuaded from it. He zipped down his zipper, rather pathetically, Kate thought, for should not a woman do it for him? He pried within his pants with his fingers to get his dick out. Kate wanted to help him but he worked quickly, obviously desperate. A moment later, saved from untold internal damage by being so trapped, his organ sprang out. Its size spoke volumes to his desperation to free it. He was a tremendous length and his width was superb. The hostess, seeing what sheÕd gotten herself into, gasped with delight and a touch of alarm. ÒYou are very well equipped, sir,Ó the hostess said to John. ÒPut your hands in your dress,Ó Kate snapped. The hostess looked at her, surprised for a moment, then remembered she was no longer in charge. Obeying KateÕs command was simple. She slipped her hands within the slits along the sides of her dress. ÒRub yourself, your pussy,Ó Kate told the hostess. ÒDo it like when you were a little girl and used to dream of menÕs penises, and wonder how big they were.Ó The hostess bit her lip. Then, moving her wrists within in dress, she began to arouse herself. ÒCome, letÕs get you to a bedroom,Ó Kate said. She pushed the hostess ahead of her and ordered her to keep rubbing herself as they walked. With a strange sense of satisfaction, Kate watched as the hostess frigged herself, still in her elegant gown, as the three of them left the living room and entered a hallway. Kate didnÕt understand why she felt enjoyment at dominating another woman, but it did make her feel powerful and happy. Behind her John followed with his cock stiffly bobbing in the air. ÒNot your bedroom,Ó Kate said to the hostess as they passed the first door in the hall. She did not want the hostess to bring her master into her own domain, where Kate would be but a spare wheel. Better, Kate thought, to punish the hostess in a guest bedroom. Kate glanced at the room beyond the first door. It stood open invitingly. Inside was a bed. That was all that was needed, Kate thought. ÒIn here,Ó she said to the hostess. She thought the woman looked a little abject, standing in the hallway dutifully masturbating herself beneath her gown. Her brown hair was looser than ever, barely held up now by the pins sheÕd inserted into it. Kate felt a longing to see both the hair on the womanÕs head and that between her legs. The hair fringing her pussy would be wet, Kate knew. She took the hostess by the arm and escorted her into the bedroom. ÒUndo the bed,Ó Kate ordered. The hostess walked up to the bed, her hands still between her legs. Then she removed them to draw down the cover. The bed looked soft and comfortable but Kate knew the woman would find little but pain in it, at least in the beginning. When the bed was prepared the woman turned to face Kate. Quietly, at a frown from Kate, she returned her hands beneath her dress and played with her pussy again. Kate approached her victim. The woman was older than herself by at least five years, maybe more, but Kate felt confident that she could handle her. ÒTell me your name at least,Ó Kate said to the woman. Kate was shorter than her victim and had to look up at her. The woman, staring down at Kate, bit her lip, unwilling to tell her name though she already had shown Kate so much else. Then, thinking a moment, she made up a name, Kate guessed. ÒRose,Ó the woman answered. Kate let her keep her real name private. ÒTurn around, Rose. Get up on the bed and show me your ass. Would you like me to rip your dress off?Ó ÒN-Nooo, IÕll take it off,Ó Rose answered. Kate waited politely as Rose undressed. She knew how expensive dresses were and she didnÕt want to harm the womanÕs gown. It was a benefit, Kate thought, of being punished by a woman. A man wouldnÕt have waited. HeÕd have flung his victim on the bed and tore her clothes off. But Kate was not one to relish domination. She could wait. Rose had difficulty getting her tight-fitting gown off. Kate had to lay her riding crop on the nightstand and help her. When the dress was finally off Kate carried it to a closet and hung it up for Rose. She knew it was wrong for a Domme to help her victim in this way but she liked being of service. It was a lovely dress and she enjoyed feeling it and hanging it up. She turned back to face the bed and the task sheÕd been given. Strangely, Rose, whoÕd volunteered herself for such an adventure, stood by the bed like an uncertain girl. She had her hands over her pussy but she was not rubbing it. ÒLet me see your pussy,Ó Kate said in a breathy voice to the woman. She felt an unusual passion flow through her when Rose removed her hands. A lovely dell presented itself, with rich brown hair sprouting thickly between RoseÕs bare thighs. Kate thought she caught a scent of the womanÕs arousal. Kate moved forward and stood before Rose, closely, and put her hand on RoseÕs pussy just as Rose had done to her out in the living room. ÒAre you ready?Ó Kate asked, picking up the riding crop from the nightstand with her other hand. Glancing sideways at the implement Rose replied, ÒYes.Ó ÒThen get up on the bed for me. Put your head on the pillow, face down, and lift up your ass so I can whack it properly,Ó Kate ordered. Both she and Rose glanced at John as soon as sheÕd spoken. He was in full ardor, his penis sticking forth mightily and his hand rubbing himself with schoolboy passion. ÒTry not to cum until I give you permission,Ó Kate said quietly to John. Her mouth hung open when she was finished speaking. She looked as if she were trying to insult him but in fact she merely hungered to fit him into her somehow, into her small mouth and down her receptive swanlike throat. His collar bound her neck. His handcuffs dangled from her wrist. His marks, delivered by his lover Melinda, decorated her bottom. ÒTake your blouse off,Ó John told Kate. ÒI want to see your tits bounce around when you flog her.Ó Rose breathed softly into KateÕs hair and quested down around KateÕs waist for permission to do JohnÕs bidding. Kate didnÕt resist. She felt her blouse lifted up. She raised her arms above her head, still holding the riding crop. Rose drew the blouse up over KateÕs face. For a moment Kate couldnÕt see, her nipples wiggling where the tight blouse had passed over them. She clutched her riding crop and waited. The blouse lifted higher and Rose drew it up over her arms and her hands and the riding crop. Then she folded it neatly and laid it on the nightstand. ÒMy, what an intricate corset!Ó Rose gushed. Kate wore a satin-colored violet corset. It shoved her breasts up obscenely, making them look like half-squashed melons. The corset bound the undersides of her breasts, but not her nipples. They stuck up full and round and dollar-sized. Their shape was slightly distorted by the corsetÕs hugging of her breasts. Her nipples offered themselves like thorns on a rosebush. Placing her finger on one, Rose brushed it gently, as if afraid she might prick herself. Kate shivered a little, feeling her touch. It was soft, yet they both knew Kate would make this woman scream. KateÕs corset had taken a long time to put on. Melinda had gotten her into it, and even punched her in the tummy to make her draw in her breath. It left Kate feeling a little like a soldier guarding the Queen of Enland, stiff in her posture. Melinda had threaded the front of the corset closed like one threads up a shoe. Despite KateÕs best efforts to hold her breath the corset had not quite closed in front. It showed a strip of her skin down her middle, from her breasts to her waist, and her belly button peeped out between the corsetÕs two halves. Transparent black lace hung down from KateÕs corset-gripped bosoms. And lace hung round her waist where the corset ended. She felt like a Christmas decoration, and knew John loved the effect. ÒGet on the bed, both of you!Ó John groaned. He had played with himself too vigorously and he seemed on the point of spending. ÒYou could at least take your clothes off too,Ó Kate said to John. He nodded. It seemed a good distraction for his hands. He began removing his clothes. But when Kate and Rose walked toward him to help him he motioned them to both get into bed. Kate made Rose mount the bed first. She peered at RoseÕs sweet bottom as the woman climbed up onto the bed. The space between RoseÕs cleft cheeks showed briefly as Rose got on the bed. Kate told her to crawl to the headboard and lower her head to the pillow without lowering her bottom. Like a puppy, Rose obeyed. When she reached the headboard she plopped her face into the pillow and prepared herself for her spanking by gently biting it. ÒGood,Ó Kate said. ÒBut donÕt keep your legs together. John wants to see them wide apart and so do I. It shows off your submission more completely.Ó Kate was amazed at herself as she spoke. Her voice was firm and certain, though she felt quesy inside. Awkwardly she climbed up onto the bed. Her tight corset inhibited her movements. When she was on the bed she crawled forward erectly until she was behind Rose. She moved a little to the side of Rose to better swing in the crop. Kate patted RoseÕs ass. It was plump and round but smallish, the kind of girlish ass men die for. ÒPlay with your pussy. ItÕll ease the pain some,Ó Kate said. Rose lifted her hands and placed them protectively over her dell. ÒDonÕt block my view of it. Play in it, with your fingers,Ó Kate said. She gave Rose a handslap on her adorable bottom. Rose gasped and did as she was told. ÒAh, your fingers get wet right away,Ó Kate observed. ÒBeing punished excites you.Ó ÒBeing naked excites me, in front of a man like John,Ó Rose answered softly. She bit more deeply into her pillow and awaited the inevitable. ÒThis is going to hurt you more than itÕs going to hurt me,Ó Kate said. She smiled and put her fingers into her own pussy to stimulate herself and relieve herself a little, both at the same time. She sighed softly. Her breasts rose and fell. Then, lifting her free hand, she raised her arm high above her head. With an uncertain swing she brought the crop down on RoseÕs bare bottom. ÒOh!Ó Rose gasped, but the blow wasnÕt too hard. ÒWeÕll be here all day if you do it like that,Ó John snarled. Kate looked back at him. He was anxious for his cock. HeÕd strummed it right up to the brink and could hardly enjoy himself now, for fear of spending. Kate guessed he wanted to show his strength to Rose by buggering her or fucking her up her well-offered cunt, if he could only keep his sperm in himself long enough. Rose lifted her head at the sound of JohnÕs voice. ÒI donÕt wish to be fucked,Ó she said plainly. ÒThatÕs why I wish to be forced to scream with the crop, and to have you watch and play with yourself as it happens. IÕm a virgin. When I find Mr. Right, then IÕll give in, but only on my bridal bed. ThatÕs why I like bondage. It lets me fool around and still be pure.Ó She put her head down and bit the pillow again, with a look of fright on her face lest John break all the rules and force himself on her. ÒWhat?!Ó John roared. ÒYou--Ó he fell silent, speechless. Even Kate felt dumbfounded. The woman had dressed so provacatviely, and encouraged everyone to enjoy themselves, yet she was withholding herself? ÒI should punish you very hard for denying my master like that,Ó Kate said to Rose. She looked down at the womanÕs offered rump and her exposed pussy, and her twinkling bare anal hole that showed itself between her open cheeks. ÒYes, hard enough at least to mark me,Ó Rose said. ÒSo I have a souvenier of the night.Ó ÒYour bottom will be quite a souvenier then!Ó Kate shouted, her voice highpitched. She brought her arm swinging down across KateÕs fanny and gave her an ass-thumping blow. ÒYeeeoww!Ó Rose said between clenched teeth as she bit into her pillow. A mark formed across RoseÕs bottom, marring the perfect splendor of her white cheeks. ÒGive it to her good,Ó John growled. Kate heard a slight sense of relief in his voice, though, and realized John intended on shooting out his cum as he watched. Kate looked back at him over her shoulder. ÒTry not to spill on her nice carpet,Ó Kate said to John. ÒGet a cup or something.Ó ÒFuck you!Ó John shouted. ÒAre you in cahoots with her? Two women can never be trusted. I should punish you both myself. And fuck you.Ó ÒJust watch as I make her look as wealed on her bottom as I am,Ó Kate sniffed. She was beginning to find John a bother. She liked his rough-and-ready attitude but she didnÕt want him controlling her relationship with Rose. She liked having this lovely woman ass-up in front of her, especially since she was like a nun, still a virgin, being whipped, it seemed, for her sinful thoughts. Kate slammed another blow into RoseÕs heinie. Rose bounced on her knees and rubbed herself furiously. ÒOhhh, not too many of those, please,Ó Rose said when sheÕd caught her breaath. Kate laughed at the woman, so penitent, yet afraid of her requested punishment all the same. ÒGod will do as God will do, and me too!Ó Kate chimed. She felt holy somehow, spanking this woman, making her smart and cry out. She gave Rose another smack. The crop was thin and it left a mark like Rose apparently wanted it to, sharp and thin and wealy-red. Kate realized Rose had challenged herself by picking such a thin crop. She didnÕt just want to stick up her bare bottom and feel it whacked. She wanted to push farther, to dare herself. As Kate watched, Rose rotated her bottom obsenely and mouthed her pillow and rubbed herself and began crying a little. ÒYouÕll make the pillow all wet, crybaby!Ó Kate admonished her captive. It mattered not that it was RoseÕs pillow in RoseÕs house. It was still a wet pillow, if Rose insisted on crying into it, and Kate punished her for wetting the pillow with her tears. WHACK! The crop hit distinctly across the crown of RoseÕs bottom, marring both summits with a bright red line. Rose let out a howl and tears issued forth more freely from her sobbing eyes. Kate struck again, careful not to hit her twice in the same spot, for she didnÕt want to truly hurt the woman, only mark her so sheÕd have something to look at in the mirror the next day, when all the guests were gone and Kate was the property of her master again. WHACK! THWACK! Kate gulped as she realized her aim had been off on the latest blow. SheÕd hit Rose twice in the same exact spot. Rose squeezed her cheeks hard and lifted her head and screamed. ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Kate moaned. She rubbed herself as she watched Rose twirl her bottom around and clench her cheeks together. ÒNo, please punish me, donÕt spare me,Ó Rose replied. ÒI must pay for not letting John fuck me.Ó ÒYes! Whack her Ôtil sheÕs raw!Ó John ordered. Kate nodded and purposely aimed for places sheÕd struck before. She flailed away, banging her crop into RoseÕs soft bottom again and again. Rose howled and shook her head, her hair falling free. She mooned Kate with her cheeks, sticking her ass back at her tormentress. She farted once, making Kate pause and draw back and pass her hand in front of her nose to fan away the scent of RoseÕs hole. Kate made Rose pay for the fart with a verticle blow straight down the middle of RoseÕs bottomcrack. Rose shrieked and sobbed loudly. Yet she kept her fingers on her honeyed pussy, frigging it with a strange kind of painful pleasure. At last Kate couldnÕt bear to hit Rose anymore. She was afraid if she struck one of RoseÕs rising weals sheÕd draw blood. She tossed the crop completely off the bed so she wouldnÕt be tempted to use it again, no matter what. She glanced back at John. HeÕd cum at some point, groaning loudly, but sheÕd been too busy with Rose to bother herself watching him. HeÕd retreated to a comfy chair now, sitting on it bare-assed, with the remnants of his manhood puddling the carpet and slowly sinking into it. ÒDonÕt whack my bottom please, John,Ó Kate told him. John nodded mutely. He seemed to have lost some of his fire. He still played with himself, waiting for his strength to return so he could rejoin the fun. Kate untied her corset. She yanked on its gripping shell to get it sufficiently open so that she could bend down. Then she bent and sniffed RoseÕs bottom. She had a strange desire, and she knew if she hesitated she would never fulfill it. She extended her tongue. She clapped her hands to RoseÕs bottom to still its movements. Rose shrieked at the sudden pressure on her raw heinie. Even the touch of another female hurt now. ÒQuiet. IÕm going to make you a little better,Ó Kate told Rose. Then, curling her tongue, she stuck it boldly into the valley between RoseÕs cheeks. She knew what she was looking for and she quickly found it. She spread Rose wide, fighting the womanÕs desire to close herself off in back, and rimmed RoseÕs anal hole with her tongue. ÒIÕm going in,Ó Kate said breathlessly, and did her best to penetrate the virgin sphincter. She was astonished at herself, but she persevered, and she wondered if Rose was as astonished as she herself was. She delved with difficulty into RoseÕs anus. It was tight, but Kate was determined. ÒSpread, spread. Open, open. Stop fighting me!Ó Kate breathed aloud. Then she stabbed at RoseÕs virgin hole again and felt her tongue slide inside. ÒOh, only my husband must do that to me,Ó Rose wailed. But she relaxed her burning cheeks sufficiently for Kate to make headway. Kate tasted the inside of RoseÕs hole and stabbed at her like an Indian raping a white woman. ÒNo, no, no, no,Ó Rose wailed, but she only tightened her bottom a little and Kate was able to yank her cheeks apart when she did. In and out Kate moved her tongue. She fucked RoseÕs hole with her small little tongue as eagerly as John would have with his big penis. Rose sobbed in her pillow and wailed that she was no longer a virgin. Kate kept up the punishment. When she had tasted as much as she wished she withdrew her tongue and lept from the bed. She ran into the bathroom and opened the hot water tap and bent down and stuck her face under the warming stream to clean it. ÒMmmm, m and mÕs without the candy shell,Ó Kate smiled when she returned to the bedroom. Rose sat on the bed, clutching her tear-stained pillow to her face. She sat on her bottom protectively, obviously fearing a new assault. John stood, his cock newly risen and ready for action. ÒWe need to put some cream on your bottom to repair the skin,Ó Kate said to Rose. ÒI know,Ó Rose answered. ÒDid you cum tongueing me?Ó ÒNot, not quite,Ó Kate said. ÒI was too busy holding you open.Ó ÒI came,Ó Rose said. ÒLet me tongue you to orgasm and then you can attend to my bottom.Ó ÒHow can you bear to sit on it?Ó Kate asked. ÒI donÕt want you to fuck it again!Ó Rose blurted. ÒOkay, I wonÕt, skairdy-cat,Ó Kate replied. ÒCome and lay on the bed and IÕll lick you,Ó Rose said. Kate obliged. Rose lay on top of her and kissed her face. Then she slid down her body, slowly, kissing her risen tits and even biting them a little, so that Kate was forced to cry out. Rose licked KateÕs belly button, as if to fuck it with her tongue as Kate had fucked RoseÕs hole. Then, sliding still lower, she put her face in KateÕs nest and slowly licked her pouty sex. John, getting on the bed behid Rose, helpfully stroked himself to orgasm and spurted his healing cum all over RoseÕs bottom. With a sharing of kisses and a jostling of limbs and thighs and bosoms Kate slid out from underneath Rose. She knelt on all fours with her bottom high, in case John should find new inspiration, for she knew a slaveÕs duty was to always present herself willing and ready before her master. Kate licked her lips to get her tongue ready. Then she bent down and began to lick up the semen that John had so generously provided upon RoseÕs bottom. The sperm was salty. Kate felt funny licking another womanÕs fanny but her master had chosen to deposit his sperm here and so Kate felt it was her duty to make sure it didnÕt go to waste. Sperm belonged inside a girl, Kate told herself. So she laved RoseÕs huddling bottom with her tongue while Rose lay on her belly upon the bed, sobbing quietly into her pillow. Every touch upon her bottom hurt. Even JohnÕs sperm shooting onto her bottom had made her quiver with pain. Now KateÕs tongue, trying extra hard to be very soft and gentle, sent new spasms of pain tremoring through her plump fanny. ÒThere, there, itÕs not too bad,Ó Kate assured Rose, though she had never been whipped as soundly as she herself had just whipped Rose. Kate, with her bottom lofted high, still showing the fading marks of her less severe punishment under the tree, wondered what it was like to be so completely and thoroughly beaten. She almost wished John would pick up the riding crop and lay it on her, vigorously and without remorse, so she could know for herself what sheÕd done to poor Rose. And it was in thinking this that she knew that John wasnÕt the right man for her. Whatever his reputation with Marie, he had failed her. HeÕd let her become a mistress when all she wanted was to be a slave. When her tummy was full of JohnÕs sperm Kate got up from the bed. John had sat behind her on the bed, watching her, and she gave him a brief kiss on his smooth-shaven cheek. Precociously she gave a little tug on his cock. It was soft and flaccid. He turned his head and watched her as she leapt down from the bed and walked confidently toward the door. ÒWhere are you going?Ó John mumbled. He was satisfied and content and he didnÕt bother to raise his voice for, it seemed, he thought Kate was simply taking a moment to attend to her bladder or to some feminine duty. But Kate, as soon as she was free of him, went out to the living room. She hunted for her discarded skirt and blouse among the many clothes now lying on the floor. Her blouse was under a pair of castoff panties. She got it on and then found someoneÕs skirt, though it wasnÕt hers, and decided it would have to do. Someone was groping at her ankles and wanted her to lie down with him. Kate managed to free her leg and, getting on the skirt, slipped out the front door as quietly and quickly as she could. ----------------------- Dreamgirls! ----------------------- -Free Dreamgirls e-mail subscriptions: send (18 or up) age statement to: roller666@aol.com -My ftp site is: members.aol.com/roller666 -Back issues at Usenet newsgroup: alt.poop? -or send e-mail to: file.archives@backdrop.com -Free minicomics: send a stamped, self-addressed envelope & age statement to: Jim Corrigan, P.O. 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