‘GET ME SOME EXTRA PAPER WOULD YA.’ Politeness is a foreign concept to Chris. ‘Just a second,’ I mutter, walking back to the storage room. Oh... well, maybe I’ll run into him again – that might make the trip worth it. I turn the corner. No yellow or blue or white. Just cold beige hallways. I sigh. What a waste. I pull open the heavy storage room door and walk inside. I grab the extra paper and curse Chris for making me do his menial tasks. Opening the storage room door is difficult for a petite. As I enter behind mistress Beth the room goes quiet. " your feast for tonight is my slut sissy Jess, she will take all you can give her and more"I am walked to what looks like an upholstered table, curved so when I am laid face down on it my feet touch the floor, my ass is in the air and my head is down. I realise I feel quite relaxed and turned on and the colours are a little brighter than usual, Mistress had slipped me some E in my drink earlier, to heighten my senses.I lie down on the velvet. First one followed swiftly by another. Shortly there were three fingers stretching me as her fingers probed and slithered back and forth.Every fibre of my being was in a state of tingling. Waves of tingles like little electric sparks coursed through me and she returned to the tongue thing on my clit. I could hold on no longer and my first orgasm hit me like a train. I nearly passed out.I don't know where she learned to do that, but who ever it was, deserves a bloody medal. I only hoped that I. “W...what if you were to do it for me?” Trish asked him. Both of us sat bolt upright in surprise with her question. “Unconventional I know,” Trish said, “but maybe Tim needs to be shown what to do.” Abe looked at me and then turned to Trish, “Whatever’s okay with you both is fine by me.” Trish turned to me,”I...I would like Abe to get me ready,” she told me as she lay a hand of comfort on my thigh. I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say. “B...but he will see you naked.” I said stupidly..