Stacy was going, and it seemed that I was, too.Jeff made a couple of lame jokes about how he and some of his friends weregoing to try to crash the par...ty. 'Boys!' I thought, then I shook my head indisbelief at what I had just thought. How much of a girl had I become?"Hey," Jeff said. "Mel will be there to protect you; only _he_ will be oneof the guys trying to get in." He laughed, and Stacy giggled and slapped athis arm. Me, I just felt _so_ embarrassed. I looked around, but there wasno. Everyone knew everyone or at least almost everyone. I had lost dozen of friends before until I had finally just stopped even trying to make new friends. I lost track of most of them anyway, and it didn't seem worth it anymore. Arriving in town, I looked out the window thinking about how nice all these houses looked. We had money. But even so my mom wasn't big on the big houses. She had shown me the house before we left, and it had been a nice, but fairly small house. Three bed rooms,. He kisses my neck and bits softly on my ear. If he keeps that up, I think to myself. I will have another orgasm. He is still inside me. He pulls out slowly. I can tell he is getting a surge of nerve endings responding to the feeling of me wrapped around him yet. He helps me put my pantyhose on. He balls them up and pulls them up my leg. He does the same for the other leg. While he is making sure the seam at the toe is straight I pull them the rest of the way up. We leave the office. My office. He saw his wife frown at the sight of the slave girl and he could easily understand her concern. The girl was truly beautiful and her nicely curved flesh was visible to onlookers due to the unfortunate sheerness of the fabric draped about her lovely torso. Her collar and her wrist shackle labeled her as property and his wife must have understood her role in his entourage.Most of the male members of the tribe had their share of mistresses but he was not typical and had no female staff in his.