I gave her my gift and she thought it was wonderful even though she had never worn anything like that before. I told her "As my slave this is what you... will wear as underwear and nothing else, no slip, no panties, rien, est-ce que tu comprends?" Oui, que autre devoir je mettre?" She asked with some hesitation, knowing how I liked to get her to show off her body."Oh something nice and some high heels: we're going out. And by the way, while we are out I want you to speak nothing but your best. Her eyes flicked down at my crotch as if to say, "I see you."I pulled my underwear past my knees and let my dick flop out.The dark haired girl giggled and nudged her friend. They both looked over at me. Then, they just kept going, the dark haired girl curling her fingers inside of the other, producing moans too loud to be natural. A performance. Now I was just unabashedly watching them fuck, touching myself. I stepped closer. THe dark haired girl, who had been eating out the other, grabbed my. After they'd run a few times Carl had asked about the hair. "Well I'm not the biggest and strongest so I need to make the most of whatI have. Everyone says I have beautiful hair... and the girls just love it.It's sort of a standout feature..." he had finished lamely. Carl hadnodded and smiled. That smile had not quite reassured Bill that hismasculinity was unquestioned.So they headed off, chatting idly every so often. Ten minutes along thesky opened up and within 30 seconds they were both. "I can't cope with not knowing who it was! What can I do? Do you think Mr Maxwell will tell me, if I ask?" David hugged her and asked her to tell him all about it, and she kissed him and said not yet. Pressing her body to his, she felt his rock hard erection and felt so sorry for him. But until all this started, he had never been terribly demanding sexually, why was it affecting him this way? She bent and lightly kissed the head of his cock, then straightened up in the bed and turned her back.