"Are you rubbing off?" Rebecca asked. Natasha said nothing."I think she is. Lets see those hands Natasha." Jessica said. Slowly, she raised her hands ...above the sleeping bag. Her left hand was sopping wet."Ooh. She was!"Rebecca said."Thank God!" Jessica said. What?! Thought Natasha."I was soo horny and I thought I wouldn't be able to get off tonight." Jessica said. What are they talking about? Natasha wondered."Are we going to have a 'pet the cat' party?" Rebecca asked."Yep. Let me go check on. Wine follows in great abundance and an hour later, sweetmeats and fruit. The guests eat, drink and chatter idly; there is laughter and applause as each new course emerges from the kitchens and is served with the utmost ceremony. Hours pass and the formality of the evening is gradually relaxed. Etiquette however demands that the guest of honour has the first pick of the next and final course of the evening; the slaves.Our lady now invites her guest in black to inspect the cage and to take her. I found it surprisingly erotic to run my hands up and down his slippery legs to the tops of his thigh-highs and round the bare flesh at the top. My dick was not rock hard and oozing pre-cum. I got partially undressed so I was in my underwear (tight knit boxers) and a t-shirt. I took Pete in my arms and held him as he relaxed and stopped shaking. I bent down and kissed his red lips and grabbed his ass through the skirt and then said, “You look fucking hot.” I had never kissed a guy before but it. “Stick it in,” She said.I stood there for a second looking at her open pussy. She hasn’t came in close to three weeks, other than her own fingers during sex a week ago – (I asked to lick her to orgasm, but she declined, volunteering her own services instead). Her clit was hard, protruding slightly, but enough to know she was aroused. Her clam was hairy. I haven’t shaved her since her last fucking with Mark. “How does my pussy look?” My wife asked.“Amazing,” I answered, almost memorized by her.