"It was the correct thing to say, but it was obvious that it was not what she wanted to hear. And she, being a woman, did what women do in situations ...like this. She began to cry."I don't know what I was thinking." She sobbed. "I don't know how I could have gotten so carried away. You must really think I am a terrible slut." Then she went into full blubber mode.She was beautiful, even with tears streaming down her face, and she looked so vulnerable and pitiful that I had to take her into my arms. I felt another womanstraddle me, the dildo inside of me moving all around as she positionedthe other end in her. I couldn't see which woman was behind me becauseanother woman had taken her place in front of me. This was one of thewhite women, a natural redhead with a neatly trimmed patch of soft redpubic hair. I took my hands and gently parted her folds to find the clithiding in its little home. Gently I licked and sucked on it coaxing itout as my fingers found the opening to her vaginia.. Mel was giggling as I turned towards her. “You really like her, don't you?” I asked. “What's not to like?” she asked in turn. “She's fun!” “She certainly is,” I agreed. “What was that tandem riding thing about? I mean, I thoroughly enjoyed it, but what were the two of you doing?” “Oh, it was one of those sisterhood things that men just don't get,” she said. “We were egging each other on, sharing the pleasure of each others husbands, and synchronising our rides to try and achieve orgasm at the. ‘It doesn’t matter Suzie.’ ‘Hold it! It does matter. I matter,’ I screamed. Now I was afraid, really afraid and I didn’t even know what I should be afraid of. ‘For gawd’s sake, listen!’ He only patted my head in acknowledgement of my outburst. ‘Belinda come up here, please.’ Master spoke to her as an equal and he always spoke to me as if I were a child. I wondered if Belinda was the woman who wore all the leather. If it was, she was tall, likely five ten or eleven, and both times I’d seen her.