I served the drinks and let them select their food. I felt good in the slave outfit, it had turned me on the first time I had got into it and it was j...ust the same now. There was something about it, it made me the sluttiest woman in the room but there was a sort of dignity in being a naked slave as well. I felt as though everyone could see what I was and that was that. I guess some of it was coming across to them as well, I could see an interesting look in Ann’s eyes and I was a bit worried that. Thefamily party was planned for after the elder Prestons got home so, to keepher niece occupied, Janet took her to the park.The place was abuzz with children and, in very little time, Elise had madefriends. Janet had sandwiches, chips, a jug of iced tea, and a carton ofpaper cups, so they gathered around a picnic table. Informed it wasElise's birthday the kids broke into a spirited, and ever so slightly off-key, rendition of 'Happy Birthday', and Elise giggled so much her deeplydark brown face. ”I shook my head. “And I don’t want you putting it in, either.”She held up her hands in resignation. Then, she stepped up to me so we were touching. “How about if I wash your breasts, then? Maybe more?” I put my arms around her neck and kissed her hard. I think I am turning more and more bi.* * * *Dan, the HR Director, had met seperately with groups and individuals of senior management to minimize attention. He was finding a consensus and he wasn’t surprised by it except for one. Like you did before." You do not need this, Julia" he said holding out the balm.She looked in his eyes now. "Yes ... I think I do. I shouldn't, but I need to feel ... good." You confuse me. It sounds like you want this, but you don't want this. What does this mean?"She was standing close to him. When she spoke, her voice was low ... conspiratorial."My people ... touch each other like that ... like you did ... but only sometimes. Only when they're married. My husband is dead. And I am not.