She transformed herself into a naughty nurse, and a stripper, and a streetwalker with her ass showing beneath her skirt while she balanced on six-inch... stilettos. One night she wore thigh-high leather boots, but nothing else, and spent much of the evening swatting me with a riding crop while she called me her boy toy and forced me to serve her. Of course, paying homage to her dripping pussy with my tongue wasn't really what I would call torture.On other nights, she would appear as a complete. My distraction is interrupted by the sound of the heavy door opening; I feel my heartbeat change, small butterflies in my belly. What is ahead? Will I bear it with grace?I hear soft steps and little bells ringing with each step, slightly more sounds than mine. Are they connected to nipple chains, too, or perhaps on ankles?I sense a body close to mine once more and a gentle voice says:"I have been sent to prepare you, lovely one. You cannot see me, but you know me already, for I am Haley."I try. Sherry took her shower and while she was getting dressed I took mine. I sometimes still needed a little help with my makeup to make it look like I want it to look, and that way she was able to help me. We opted to wear some Hooters style shorts and a purple top. My shorts were white and had SLUT written across the ass and Candy's was black and had Bitch written on them. Since our shorts were rather risque, we decided to go out our back door and go a couple of hundred feet over to their house. You gained supporters in high places for crucial policies by helping them gain influence and power. State dinners and these kinds of events were stepping stones to that power. It was paramount to be seen with the right people and the right places. Top members from the Liberal Party, Conservative Party, Labor Party and several Muslims making their way up the political chain were introduced. One was the mayor of London.It was three hours of prime bullshit foreign politicking. I don’t think I had.