"I think I'm going to head off after this drink." She announced. I felt slightly taken back and glanced at my watch, which told me it was about 12.35a...m.I thought about Sheila. By my rough timetable I should be getting ready to make a move in twenty minutes or so. But was there any point now? I don't know if the drink was starting to make me feel dejected (I'm a bit of a depressive drunk, y'see) or if I had more hope that I'd consciously realised of something happening between Belle and myself;. Prissy said nothing but placed my hand back down by my side as she affixed various bows and ribbons to my naked body and hair. She took my hand and for the first time I left my little room and walked the corridors of Mistress house. The first thought that came to mind was, how nice it was and now lucky a thing like me should be allowed to exist here. I suspected that the thought was a result of Mistress’ beating and conditioning but I did not care, I was glad I was becoming what she wanted. We. The awkwardness continued after Paul slipped the truck into park and turned the key down a notch, letting the Bob Marley that was playing on the car stereo continue. I was dressed like I was confident and ready for whatever was going to happen, but inside I was a jumble of butterflies in the stomach. Paul turned to face me and I slid closer to him, anticipating his move in for a kiss, but instead he said, “Maddie, I haven’t been entirely honest with you.” My heart skipped a beat and jumped. She had pink areola and nipples like gumdrops when they got hard, and I didn’t resist the urge to get my mouth on them. As I sucked and nibbled on Sandy’s nipples, Mark climbed back on board, but I didn’t want to look back in his direction. He never said a word, so I pretended he wasn’t there.Sandy wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. It was a hot passionate kiss. I felt her hand work its way down to my cock, which was fully hard by that point. She told me to get up and.