‘A couple of questions Jane? Are there some spare toys? ‘Yes the black woman answered, ‘we all donate, the ivory carved whips were Katherine’s...’ Misty grinned ‘and which slave has been most abused by these two?’ Looking down at the red head beside her, ‘That would be Bambi here.’ Bambi was smaller than Misty, ‘Bambi would you like to be my assistant tonight?’ Bambi looked at Jane’ It’s all right I release you tonight. In fact it will make me very happy to see these two dominated by my slave.’. Getting them all riled up and reminding them exactly what I was. A PussyBoi.I brought back several chilled mugs fresh out of the freezer filled with cold brew. They grabbed at me, they grabbed at the mugs. Grabbing, grabbing. Spank."To the six, to the five, the four . . . Touch Down!"I was tossed aside as the room erupted in testosterone. I carefully made my way back to the kitchen where I was safe from all that masculinity and roughhousing. This was a good time to prepare the tacos. They would. They had irresponsibly done what they did without checking the sexual history of the people they were doing it with. Unfortunately, despite the best efforts of the do-gooders, they hadn't found a way to make STDs impossible. We were careful in school, you knew who did it, who didn't, and people took care to make sure their bodies were clean. It was called being an adult.You had to be invited to these parties, and to do that you had to be "known". Rick and I were, along with about a dozen girls. Jumping out of bed i went downstairs to see Chelle standing in the hallway as gorgeous as ever, dressed in a long summer dress, her long brown hair tied up in a pigtail. Seeing me come down the stairs i saw her face beam to a smile.Chelle " Hi hun" i loved when she called me tht. " gonna be good for me as always?" she askedME " dont i always" i replied, starring into her gorgeous eyesMOM " well we have to get going, behave for Chelle mister" she glared at me.ME " i will" then watched as they.