Em was not happy.“Good run?” She looked at me with a deep frown.“No. I’m soaked. Look at me.” I did look. Water was running down her sl...im legs into her running shoes. Her mousey hair was frazzled and sticking to the side of her face. But none of that drew much attention from me. My eyes were glued to her top. It had been a warm, humid day and Em had gone out in just a tight running vest. She rarely wore a bra when she ran and the wet vest clung to her now like a second skin. The. Having her mindless slaves talking about how horny they were, or howgood it felt to be fucked by their mistress, or their latest shoepurchase, or just how much they loved being a bimbo was initiallyirritating, but it soon became just part of the background. It alwaysmade me so hard to think about Mistress and some hot bimbo slut slavethat She had created, seducing her into sexier and sexier clothes,getting dumber and dumber, hornier and hornier, until the bimbobegged to be fucked by Her strapon. After a few minutes, the room lights dimmed , leaving the stage lit, and a sexy music soundtrack started. Malcolm was delighted to see his beloved Susan walk sexily onto the stage, not in her dress but a short silk robe. Sexily she danced on the stage as the guys clapped and cheered, but the room was suddenly silenced as Susan's robe fell to the floor, and she stood proudly before them, totally naked but for her five-inch heels.Nikki had used the armchair but Susan moved closer to the. Then they stopped kissing and looked into each others eyes, and Jane said, "s*s you're a wonderful kisser". " You're not so bad yourself s*s". They both looked at me stroking my cock and Jane said, " Don't you dare cum you horny fuck, we've plenty of time for the later, in fact we have the whole night, if that's ok with you s*s?". " Yes it is s*s".I said, "Ok boss ladies, I'll do what I'm told", and I stopped stroking my cock. "Now I think it's such a nice evening we should eat out her on the.