" Thank you," Brittany said. Tears were running down her face.I got in the driver's seat of Amber's car and started it. I was stillbarefoot. My sho...es were the least of my concern. I saw my car, drivenby Chase pull behind us, waiting for me. I pulled out of the parkingspot and out of the school parking lot.* * *10:07 PMAmber begrudgingly gave me her street address so I knew the generaldirection to go.For the first few minutes we rode in the car in silence. I wiped thedrying tears from my. She kept her legs tight, she didn't want to disgrace master by revealing the wet patch she suspected would appear soon as her need, sweet as it was, oozed through the soft fabric. She didn't want to reveal so brazenly how much of a little whore she really was, how her body was betraying her, making her as cheap as a regular common whore. She was Her Master's property, his pet. The room was coming alive now, though Lucy could be forgiven for not realising just where it was heading. She felt. I was also somewhat excited since I would be able to see Sam in a bikini. I knew she was hot: 34 c-cup, a shapely ass, and shoulder-length black hair. I knew I wasn't like her, with my 32 b boobs, long legs and pixie haircut, but she would say I was hot too. In any case, a few days after telling Sam and I, our families drove down to the beach house our parents had rented. It was big, with five bedrooms, four baths and a great view of the ocean. Sam and her parents had stopped to buy a few. Paige settled onto a lounge chair and pulled out a tube of suntan lotion. Terri’s comments about a Saturday Afternoon Half-Drunk Sluts Club was only partially a joke. By mutual agreement all five of the women had settled into a routine of meeting at Georgia’s pool after lunch on Saturdays to work on their tans and drink. The tanning was usually done at least topless and often nude, and the drinks almost invariably involved rum, so they alternated providing a bottle of rum. It usually worked out.