" Marcy is your name now, huh, Mark?" Who's Mark?"Roman kissed her again, then turned her to the boys. "Now remember,honey, you're all adults here. ...They can do whatever they want to you.Whatever you want them to." I want them to..." Marcy lost her train of thought and simply grabbedthe first dick she saw. It was warm and turned hard in her hand. "I,like, have experience," she said to the guy.A pair of hands from behind her lifted up Marcy's low-cut top. Shegasped, but then sighed as she. " He laughed at his own joke and I noted that he was more than a little bit drunk. "I'll graduate on time," I said. "In two weeks." He started to reach for me by I shied back. "Not yet," I said. "I've been in Japan. Not even one kiss to welcome me home?" "A kiss?" Now, not all of the girls at the brothel had a hard and fast rule about not kissing clients. Since I didn't touch at all, it was never an issue for me. Still, kisses stood for intimacy that didn't exist and a bond that wouldn't. After we had all watched each other cum, we sat and talked and drank more, while the porn played in he background. The night was getting late and two couples weren't staying over, they needed to be home to relieve babysitters. We all said our goodbyes, and thanks for a great evening.That now left 3 couples, the hosts, us and another couple. We continued drinking and chatting, the conversation turning more dirty as we drank more and more. We were all sitting close together now as we drank and. I didn’t think I did. Do get on with it. I really don’t want to have to spend a lot of time supervising you dressing when there is so much else to do. There’s your uniform over there. Yes, that black dress with the white collar and the short sleeves. On the hanger.“What’s that look for? Not what you expected? Well, I’m sorry, being my maid is going to be hard work. You won’t have time to mince around looking feminine in something frilly. Just put it on. No, for heaven’s sake, don’t be stupid..