I may need to add one for that too.” Tears rolled from my eyes. Sometimes I hated the way I was treated but she was not only my Mistress but a fri...end and lover . A bitch at times but no one is perfect. I spoke out. “Master?” “What is it?” His mood was dark to begin with. This wasn’t helping things any. “Master, may this girl … count for her, please?” What the hell was I thinking? From his look I was fully expecting to be placed beside her for the same dose she was getting. “So be it.” . "The club was, like the restaurant, bright and clean, playing dance music loud and unapologetically. Just the kind of place that I avoid, preferring dark and dirty places with rock music. Drinks seemed to be handed to us; it was obvious the staff were in the know.She didn't head straight for the dance floor, luckily, but she dragged me to the back of the club where the music was just below lethal levels and so was possible to hold a conversion, if slowly.One advantage of the tight seating and. Too bad, this was fun, I was feeling like a teenager at the carnival with her boyfriend.I used to love the Ferris wheel so we rode it. When it stopped at the top to load more people, I was starting to feel a little randy, so I scooted over toward Jeremy and kissed him on the lips. He obviously hadn’t kissed many, if any, girls before as he was surprised and stiff. I worked my lips on his and got him to loosen up, opening my mouth and brushing his lips with my tongue. He finally started to get. Amie was beside herself now, somewhere, I could tell, between heaven and hell. I opted for heaven, rose from the chair, grabbed her gently and offered my tongue to her wondering lips, her eyes open, half eager, half wondering. "But we can't..." the words trailed off weakly as I opened her robe, pulling it off her shoulders and revealing her breasts, the nipples as stiff as I'd ever seen or felt them, and laid her back gently against Derek's bare thighs. My hand wandered quickly to between her.