‘I think it would please these men if you did a little strip tease for them, wouldn’t it slave? Make it good, and you sure as hell better take you...r time,’ she added the last part in a harsh whisper. ‘Yes, Mistress, if it pleases you, Mistress.’ My hands were already at my ass, slowly running their way to my hips and up my stomach, cupping my breasts and letting my head fall back with a moan. My fingers deftly undid the straps of the corset, and reached seductively behind me to undo the clasp. The Crew wasn’t supposed to pair up, but Bill and Gayle tested the envelope on that rule almost as much as Val and he did. Aside from special sexual compatibility, Bill grew food while Gayle cooked food; they consulted a lot.Then Bill stopped short of penetration -- and just short of resting his weight on her. That had been clever of him, and Gayle had apparently been unsurprised by his actions.When Bill did start acting, he began with his beard rather than his cock. Greg was the other one with. That phrase had been one she'd told herself nearly every day since she was approached by her predecessor two years ago and asked to join his team.That request, would be destined to be one of his more controversial decisions, one that few of his associates agreed with. But Jim Forrester was nothing if not his own man, and once made, the decision stood.Of course his associates and backers might've fought harder to change his mind if they could ever have imagined that Sandra would actually wind up. The video they happened to have selected was of women using a strap-on with guys. As we sat there and the first scene started, I could feel that ever familiar blood flow feeling within my cock. Once I saw that strap-on slide into the guy’s ass on the screen, my cock sprang to full erection. I pushed my ass forward on the couch and leaned back. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Ted was eyeballing my hard cock. He leaned in and whispered in my ear to stroke my cock. He told me to.