"Don't be such a horndog, Damien."The five girls noticed the three cute new boys in the next booth. And every once in a while one of them would peek o...ver to get a better look at them. The dogboys didn't pay any attention to their querying eyes.As the time passed, the girls were joined by their various boyfriends. Jughead and Reggie showed up and left soon after with Betty and Cricket."Psst! Nancy," Midge whispered to her black friend. "Wanna go have some fun together." Uh! Oh yeah," Nancy. Her coppery red tresses cascaded down around her face and spilled over the quilt. Her lips were painted a lush red and looked delectably kissable."Morning, my sweet." Harry knelt down in front of the chair and hugged her through the blanket. As he looked closer he realized she must have been up for quite a while getting ready for him. She had made herself up, curled her hair in elaborate ringlets, and was wearing a perfume he didn't recognize but liked very much. He reached up and touched his. She had typed her resignation letter and was staring at it in her outbox when he walked in. ‘Damien,’ she greeted, giving him a cursory glance before dragging her eyes away from his imposing figure. He looked so good standing there. His broad chest and rippling muscles had her mouth salivating at the thought of touching her tongue to his aroused flesh. Her eyes dropped to her hands ensuring that he was blocked from even her periphery. She apparently couldn’t even bear to be near him and not. She was mine, and I held her there without pity as the seconds ticked by, demonstrating (and enjoying more than I care to admit) my newly found master’s right to do with her as I pleased. “Well woman,” I asked. “You want it rough do you? What do you think a cruel and demanding master should do to a slave bitch like you?”“Fuck me! Please fuck me master! God, but I do so need you to fuck me!” came the gasping reply. “All in good time my dear. All in good time,” I answered not the least inclined.