But they were happy and smiling, with no outward sign of being traumatised or anything. Still, I was going to make sure.They were lovely anyway, innoc...ently pretty and sexy and nice to be with. Yvonne was happy and laughing with them; you’d never have guessed what had been going on. Evidently it was only at home that the effort of acting or blocking out the forced sex became too much to keep up.We got home and all went into the kitchen, starting with a drink.“Girls,” I addressed Jily and Sue. I pulled the door open and stood there naked as Debbie laughed and came inside."Oh, so you're joining me, huh?" Wouldn't do it any other way," I snickered as she came inside and followed me into the kitchen for a cup of coffee while she changed into her working 'clothes.'As I poured her cup, she pulled off the teeshirt she was wearing and was bare underneath it. She really didn't need a bra, I'd already seen them and they were quite nice.Then, she undid her shorts and pulled them off, then down. Thank you Mistress,” Jennifer stammered. Her face burnt with shame at the way the woman pawed and mauled at her body as if she owned it. Being perfectly straight, the very thought of lesbian sex filled her with even more dread than allowing a strange man to use her. The whole idea seemed unbelievably perverted. She shivered in revulsion.“Your job tonight is the same as your husband’s. You will pick up three lovers. Not men. That would be too easy for a hot slut like you. I bet you’re used to. ‘I’d never give myself to a boy without any experience.’ ‘Why not?’ Abby glared at him. ‘Because I wouldn’t want to loose my maidenhead to a bumbling idiot, that’s why!’ she cried, drawing curious glances from passers-by. ‘I didn’t bumble,’ protested Thomas with a pout. Then he shrugged. ‘Luckily I have plenty of experience now.’ He gave Abby a wide grin, but she lifted her chin and looked away to hide her blush. Lizzy tugged on her fiancé’s arm. ‘I would’ve liked being your first, bumbling or.