They could see the worry in my eyes as they spoke.Vickie and Tasha were two TV sluts that I was once rather fond ofabusing.Lisa said they wished to tr...ain me to suck on command as I had done withthem. I had often punished them and made them beg for my cock. Now it wasme that would be begging. How much worse can this get. I was unchainedfrom the floor and bent over the spanking bench. My hands were securedto the front with my ass high in the air. Opening a few quick zips my asswas exposed to the. My brain worries about the colour of her underwear, if underwear at all - and my fingers tremble. A disturbing feeling of guilt befalls me as I carefully pop open the brass button on her jeans - my gaze constantly on her face. How would I explain myself if she wakes up in this very compromising situation? Hot blood pulses in my ears as I pull down the zipper and open the flaps. And as in an u*********s reflex she lifts her hips slightly out of the seat, actually helping me with getting the. I had to work my way up to strong drinks and the older man called me wimp because of it. I didn't mind, since I wasn't trying to be macho. After all I was the mother of two. One of my kids was a son 12 and the other was a daughter 14."So how are the kids?" he asked. I spent the next hour talking about the kids and even the business. I was beginning to really relax after that hour."So how is retirement?" I asked."I have done better things," he replied. "It does beat doing this every day." You. Well, here we are at Goddess Jezebel's house. Now this is the deal. You'll be joining some other "girls" for a slumber party. There'll be Katherine or "Kitty", she's Lady Victoria's little sissy and there's Prisscilla or "Prissy". She belongs to Goddess Jezebel. And of course you-my little "Missy". The other girls are upstairs, now run along. I'll be back for you later. And Melissa, one thing. I want you on your absolute best behavior. In other words - be your sluttiest!!!You enter the.