The Way it is Now Ch2
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When the two girls stepped outside the light was just beginning to fade. Silhouetted against the setting sun was a sleek black limousine with darkened windows. A pretty blonde wearing a chauffeur’s cap and a dark blazer stood holding the rear door open. Trying to maintain their dignity the two girls tottered down the steps to the waiting car. They giggled as they climbed on board and collapsed into the soft leather seat. The door was shut with a gentle click then they heard the crunch of footsteps as their chauffeur walked around the car and got into the driver’s seat.
“There is champagne in the cooler in front of you,” she told them, “but I suggest not over-doing it before we get there. We’ll be about fifteen minutes.”
With that she put the car in gear and drove slowly down the school drive, the sound of tyres on gravel filling the void.
Slowly the two girls looked around them. That this was a high-end car was plain to see. The leather seats were of the very highest quality and the walnut trim shone with a polish that had been lovingly applied. Wendy leaned forward and pulled open the door of the cooler. The expensive champagne had already been opened for them and two flutes waited to be filled. They glanced at each other and grinned as Wendy poured out two glasses and handed one to Sarah. They clinked glasses and said “cheers”, in the most polite way they could imagine. They were interrupted by the chauffeur.
“My name is Tracy, but I’m always called Baxter by her ladyship. Just a word of warning about tonight. You are there first as waiting staff and then as décor. There will be two other girls there, local girls from one of the villages. They have served at parties before and will show you the basics. The guests are there to be entertained, and not just with the food. You are there to comply with their wishes whatever they might be. Do you understand?”
An air of sobriety descended upon the back seat of the limo and the two girls glanced at each other. They both looked at Baxter’s face in the rear-view mirror and nodded.
“One other thing,” Baxter went on, “the school will have been paid a fee for your services but …” and she paused before continuing, “if you behave well tonight and the guests are happy then you will be well rewarded.”
The two girls exchanged looks as they both tried to work out exactly what that meant. The rest of the journey was done in silence and they finally pulled off the public road and drove along a drive that seemed to go on forever. It twisted and turned between trees before opening up onto a large parkland. The last remnants of light were just enough to reveal the splendid gothic mansion, burnt deep red by the evening sky. They drove past the main entrance with a double curved stone staircase and were driven around to the side. They pulled up outside a smaller but still splendid side-door. Baxter switched off the engine and got out of the car. As she walked around it a figure appeared at the top of the steps leading to the door. The car door was opened and held for them and they warily climbed out.
“This is Abbi,” Baxter told them, “she will explain your duties. Have fun, girls.”
With a grin Baxter walked back and resumed her position behind the wheel and drove off leaving them to the mercy of the woman at the door, who beckoned them up the steps before turning and going inside.
“Follow me, and don’t look so worried,” she said as she disappeared.
Inside they stood as they were inspected by the woman. She looked them up and down with a critical eye. She stepped forward and grabbed Wendy’s nipples and pinched them until they stood out, pushing against the thin fabric of her top. She pulled Sarah’s top a little wider until it barely covered her nipples. She flicked up the front of each girl’s skirt to check that they wore no underwear and then she stood back.
“Mmmm, you’ll do,” she said with a sly smile, “Marj and me have been doing these parties for a few years and, trust me, you’ll be ok as long as you do as you’re asked. There are six guests tonight, two gentlemen and four ladies. I assume you’re happy with either?”
The girls nodded dumbly, still trying to make sense of it all. Abbi, who seemed to be in charge, was dressed the same way that they were. Her more ample bosom had been pushed up and was almost bursting from her top and her short skirt showed the top of her stockings. She too teetered on heels. Sarah wondered how they were all going to manage serving food. She found it difficult to balance as it was. Another girl appeared in the doorway.
“Ahh, Marj, come and meet our latest recruits. Sorry, I never got your names.”
“Wendy.” “Sarah”. They replied almost in unison.
Marj, the new arrival came further into the room and examined them. She lingered over the scared looking Sarah, stepping up close and giving her a quick peck on the lips.
“Mmmm, I hope we somehow get paired up later. You’re a babe,” and she stepped back grinning. Abbi scowled at her friend.
“Right, you two,” she said taking charge again, “let me show you where you’ll be working. Follow me,” and she marched out of the room.
Wendy and Sarah followed as best they could in their high heels with Marj bringing up the rear. As she stumbled trying to keep up with Wendy, Sarah felt a hand under the back of her skirt and press between her legs. It made her jump and she almost fell over. Behind her she heard a cackle as the hand was removed as they entered the large and elegant reception room. She nearly bumped into Wendy who had stopped just inside and was looking round the room, mouth wide open. They had suddenly gone from humble rooms to one of splendour. Two elaborate chandeliers hung from the high ceiling and their entrance had created enough movement in the air to make them sparkle like a thousand diamonds. Around the walls hung beautiful landscape paintings. Wendy was far from being an expert but even she guessed that these weren’t cheap reproductions. The wooden parquet floor gleamed from hours of diligent polishing. An antique sideboard stood along one wall and an array of hors d’oeuvres and amuse bouche were laid out on display.
“It will be your job to circulate as the guests arrive and hand out these. Marj and me will deal with the drinks. I’ll get word when chef is ready and usher them into the dining room.”
She gestured to the far end to a pair of double doors that stood partly open. Through them could be glimpsed a large dining table already laid. Abbi suddenly looked out of the large window.
“The first guests have arrived, ladies, to your stations.”
Still slightly unsure, Wendy and Sarah went and stood at either end of the sideboard laden with food. Abbi opened the double doors at the opposite end to the dining room and went out to greet the guests. As she led them back into the room she smiled and winked at the three girls waiting.
“May I offer you a drink?” she asked. And so, the evening began.
In ones and twos, the guests arrived. Without Lady Penelope they were a conservative bunch and relatively well-behaved. The two new girls circulated among them offering trays of food while Abbi and Marj dealt with the drinks. There was little interference with the waiting staff to begin with but after a few drinks thing started to liven up. especially poor Sarah who’s top was ‘accidentally’ pulled aside to expose her breast. When she hastily pulled it back to cover herself Abbi came over and had a quiet word.
“They want to see them, so leave it be,” she said, pulling the loose covering aside once more.
Sarah was then forced to endure the groping of any of the guests as she moved among them. The others fared no less well. Abbi especially was forced to go round with her ample breasts displayed for all to see with her nipples proudly erect from all the pinching and tugging they’d had to put up with. All the girls were somewhat relieved when Lady Penelope finally made an appearance. Framed in the doorway to the dining room she greeted her guests.
“Welcome, dear friends,” she proclaimed, as all heads turned in her direction, “I hope that this evening will be as much fun as always. Shall we eat?”
She stood aside as they all trooped into the dining room and took their assigned places around the table, Lady P at its head and the others along the sides. As they took their seats and began to chat, Abbi took the girls aside.
“Ok, put down the nibbles and listen up,” she told them, “Wendy, Lady P has expressly requested that you serve her so you get to serve the top end and the guests sitting either side. Got that?”
Wendy nodded, still a little uncertain about what she was meant to do.
“That’s Lady P and the two younger women at that end of the table. They’re your responsibility. Sarah you only have the couple on the far side, but I warn you they’re both a bit touchy feely as you’ve already found out. Just serve them with a smile and put up with anything else, and you’ll be fine. Marj, take the couple on this side. I’m sure you know what to do by now. Everything clear?”
Marj giggled and raised her eyebrows in a gesture of mock resignation, while Wendy and Sarah exchanged looks of doubt and uncertainty.
“Just be yourselves and go with the flow,” commanded Abbi, “chef will send food out so just take it to your guests as it arrives here. I’ll be here making sure it all runs smoothly.”
As she spoke there was a tinkle of a bell and Abbi went over to a small wooden door set in the dark wood panelling. She opened it to reveal a dumb waiter laden with steaming plates of food. She beckoned the three girls over and handed out plates. Wendy somehow managed three at a time and thanked the lessons she had been given back at school. She had wondered at the time what was the reason but was now beginning to understand. Sounds of anticipation greeted them as they walked into the dining room.
To begin with the guests were more interested in the food than the pretty décor but as the meal progressed and more wine was drunk their eyes began to wander again. Especially those of Lady Penelope. As Wendy was clearing away the plates from the first course Lady P’s arm reached out and encircled her waist pulling her close.
“Remember what I said back at the school?” she asked rhetorically, “whatever these two horny bitches get up to, ultimately you are going to be mine.”
“Yes, m’lady, whatever you wish,” replied Wendy, now fully realising what this evening was all about.
As she spoke Lady P’s hand had drifted from her waist and had found its way under her skirt and was gently stroking the lips of her already moist cunt. Somehow, she managed not to drop the plates she was holding when two fingers slipped inside her. As the other girls left the dining room she was released and quickly followed them. She glanced at them, blushing bright pink until she saw that Sarah had her top pulled wide and now both breasts were on display and Marj was completely topless. It seems she had gotten off lightly. They loaded the empty plates into the dumb waiter and were each given a bottle of wine to take back in.
As Wendy leant forward to fill a glass a hand of the woman to Lady P’s right grabbed her breast and pinched the nipple quite hard. She jumped and spilled some of the wine onto the polished table. She felt herself being pulled around and was powerless to do anything but follow where her nipple was tugged. She found herself face to face with the woman.
“Oh dear, such a clumsy slut,” taunted the woman, bringing giggles from Lady P and the woman opposite. The pressure on her nipple increased. “I think you should pay a forfeit, don’t you?”
Between gasps of pain, Wendy managed to blurt out, “Whatever you say, Miss.”
The woman gave her nipple another pinch and winked at her two friends. “I think we need your top to wipe up all the wine you spilled. Off with it, girl,” demanded the woman.
When Wendy hesitated, she was given a sharp twist to her nipple. Slowly she put down the wine bottle and started to lift her top. Her fear was tempered by the relief she felt when the woman was forced to let go of her nipple. Slowly her breasts came into view and she began to lift the top over her head. Temporarily blinded and tangled up she could do nothing to stop the woman taking a firm grip on her other nipple. She gave a little yelp as her head emerged and she shook the top down her arms. She was pulled forward and down and, guessing what was expected of her, she carefully mopped up the spilt wine. The woman took the soiled garment from her and tossed it away.
The ding of the dumb waiter told everyone the main course had arrived and she was finally released. She managed to serve the three women without spilling anything despite hands constantly sliding under her skirt and various fingers probing inside her. Her naked breasts were also considered fair game and were continuously groped although without the vicious pinching from before. The three servers could retreat while the guests ate their meal and they gathered in the anteroom. Wendy looked at the other two. All three of them were topless and Marj’s skirt had been lifted and bunched around her waist. Even Abbi was showing signs of having been mauled by stray hands and she had done nothing to hide her exposed breasts.
Eventually they had to go back in and collect the empty plates. The guests were, by now, even more relaxed having drunk more wine and their inhibitions had disappeared. Wendy’s very short skirt was no defence against the onslaught and her pussy was stroked and rubbed and probed. Almost against her will she felt herself becoming increasingly wet and could feel her juices running down the inside of her thighs. This brought out many ribald comments from the three women at the top of the table who made her show the state she was in to the rest of the table by making her lick their sticky fingers. This behaviour then immediately spread to the other two servers amid much laughter and crude comments.
By the time the dessert was served all three of them were completely naked and no part of them was off limits to the guests. Wendy caught a quick glimpse of Sarah who was twisting and turning in an effort to avoid the hands of her two guests. It was to no effect and a couple of sharp spanks to her bottom made her stop and let them get on with it. As Wendy put down the dessert in front of her final guest she was grabbed around the waist and pulled onto the woman’s lap who leaned forward and kissed and sucked on Wendy’s battered nipples.
“Mmmm,” she said to the others, “these would make a better serving platter than the dishes.”
With that she took a spoonful of the delicately quenelled ice cream and applied it to Wendy’s left breast, who jumped and gasped at the sudden feeling of icy cold. Then she felt the lips and tongue of the woman as she licked her clean. As the warmth returned, she could feel her nipple stiffen even more. The woman’s hand between her legs did not help but by now she was resigned to her fate. Indeed, she was beginning to enjoy all the attention she was getting, and she was feeling more aroused than she had ever felt before. When more ice cream was plastered onto her other nipple, she took it happily and offered herself to the woman, pushing out her chest in invitation.
Wendy took the opportunity to look down to the far end of the table. Sarah was bent over at the waist and her head had dipped below the level of the table and close to the man’s lap. His partners hand was sliding between Sarah’s legs and making Sarah rock back and forth. Wendy could guess what was going on out of sight. Marj could not be seen at all but Wendy guessed that both she and Sarah were occupied with the same task. Especially given the look of intense pleasure showing on the man’s face. The only sounds were the slurping and spluttering coming from somewhere out of vision.
“I think it’s time we took this little tart somewhere more private,” said Lady Penelope, breaking the mood, “what say you, ladies?”
She looked left and right to her two friends who both nodded enthusiastically. Lady P rose slowly to her feet and took a handful of Wendy’s hair and pulled her off the lap she was sitting on.
“We are off for some fun,” she announced to the room, “you know where the guest room are so feel free. Please enjoy yourselves.”
“Is it OK if we take Abbi as well as this one,” asked the man holding Sarah’s head firmly in place.
“Of course it is, Robert, nothing is off limits. You know that.”
With that Lady P walked to the main doors pulling Wendy along behind her and followed by her two friends. As she was pulled along Wendy looked sideways at her friend. There was a brief moment of respite as she was allowed to lift her head and she could take a spluttering breath. A string of drool stretched from her mouth to the tip of the man’s penis and dribbles of spit ran down her chin. As Wendy was dragged from the room Sarah’s head was once more pushed down and his large dick disappeared into her mouth. Wendy saw no more as Lady P marched her away followed by her two giggling companions.
To be continued …
“There is champagne in the cooler in front of you,” she told them, “but I suggest not over-doing it before we get there. We’ll be about fifteen minutes.”
With that she put the car in gear and drove slowly down the school drive, the sound of tyres on gravel filling the void.
Slowly the two girls looked around them. That this was a high-end car was plain to see. The leather seats were of the very highest quality and the walnut trim shone with a polish that had been lovingly applied. Wendy leaned forward and pulled open the door of the cooler. The expensive champagne had already been opened for them and two flutes waited to be filled. They glanced at each other and grinned as Wendy poured out two glasses and handed one to Sarah. They clinked glasses and said “cheers”, in the most polite way they could imagine. They were interrupted by the chauffeur.
“My name is Tracy, but I’m always called Baxter by her ladyship. Just a word of warning about tonight. You are there first as waiting staff and then as décor. There will be two other girls there, local girls from one of the villages. They have served at parties before and will show you the basics. The guests are there to be entertained, and not just with the food. You are there to comply with their wishes whatever they might be. Do you understand?”
An air of sobriety descended upon the back seat of the limo and the two girls glanced at each other. They both looked at Baxter’s face in the rear-view mirror and nodded.
“One other thing,” Baxter went on, “the school will have been paid a fee for your services but …” and she paused before continuing, “if you behave well tonight and the guests are happy then you will be well rewarded.”
The two girls exchanged looks as they both tried to work out exactly what that meant. The rest of the journey was done in silence and they finally pulled off the public road and drove along a drive that seemed to go on forever. It twisted and turned between trees before opening up onto a large parkland. The last remnants of light were just enough to reveal the splendid gothic mansion, burnt deep red by the evening sky. They drove past the main entrance with a double curved stone staircase and were driven around to the side. They pulled up outside a smaller but still splendid side-door. Baxter switched off the engine and got out of the car. As she walked around it a figure appeared at the top of the steps leading to the door. The car door was opened and held for them and they warily climbed out.
“This is Abbi,” Baxter told them, “she will explain your duties. Have fun, girls.”
With a grin Baxter walked back and resumed her position behind the wheel and drove off leaving them to the mercy of the woman at the door, who beckoned them up the steps before turning and going inside.
“Follow me, and don’t look so worried,” she said as she disappeared.
Inside they stood as they were inspected by the woman. She looked them up and down with a critical eye. She stepped forward and grabbed Wendy’s nipples and pinched them until they stood out, pushing against the thin fabric of her top. She pulled Sarah’s top a little wider until it barely covered her nipples. She flicked up the front of each girl’s skirt to check that they wore no underwear and then she stood back.
“Mmmm, you’ll do,” she said with a sly smile, “Marj and me have been doing these parties for a few years and, trust me, you’ll be ok as long as you do as you’re asked. There are six guests tonight, two gentlemen and four ladies. I assume you’re happy with either?”
The girls nodded dumbly, still trying to make sense of it all. Abbi, who seemed to be in charge, was dressed the same way that they were. Her more ample bosom had been pushed up and was almost bursting from her top and her short skirt showed the top of her stockings. She too teetered on heels. Sarah wondered how they were all going to manage serving food. She found it difficult to balance as it was. Another girl appeared in the doorway.
“Ahh, Marj, come and meet our latest recruits. Sorry, I never got your names.”
“Wendy.” “Sarah”. They replied almost in unison.
Marj, the new arrival came further into the room and examined them. She lingered over the scared looking Sarah, stepping up close and giving her a quick peck on the lips.
“Mmmm, I hope we somehow get paired up later. You’re a babe,” and she stepped back grinning. Abbi scowled at her friend.
“Right, you two,” she said taking charge again, “let me show you where you’ll be working. Follow me,” and she marched out of the room.
Wendy and Sarah followed as best they could in their high heels with Marj bringing up the rear. As she stumbled trying to keep up with Wendy, Sarah felt a hand under the back of her skirt and press between her legs. It made her jump and she almost fell over. Behind her she heard a cackle as the hand was removed as they entered the large and elegant reception room. She nearly bumped into Wendy who had stopped just inside and was looking round the room, mouth wide open. They had suddenly gone from humble rooms to one of splendour. Two elaborate chandeliers hung from the high ceiling and their entrance had created enough movement in the air to make them sparkle like a thousand diamonds. Around the walls hung beautiful landscape paintings. Wendy was far from being an expert but even she guessed that these weren’t cheap reproductions. The wooden parquet floor gleamed from hours of diligent polishing. An antique sideboard stood along one wall and an array of hors d’oeuvres and amuse bouche were laid out on display.
“It will be your job to circulate as the guests arrive and hand out these. Marj and me will deal with the drinks. I’ll get word when chef is ready and usher them into the dining room.”
She gestured to the far end to a pair of double doors that stood partly open. Through them could be glimpsed a large dining table already laid. Abbi suddenly looked out of the large window.
“The first guests have arrived, ladies, to your stations.”
Still slightly unsure, Wendy and Sarah went and stood at either end of the sideboard laden with food. Abbi opened the double doors at the opposite end to the dining room and went out to greet the guests. As she led them back into the room she smiled and winked at the three girls waiting.
“May I offer you a drink?” she asked. And so, the evening began.
In ones and twos, the guests arrived. Without Lady Penelope they were a conservative bunch and relatively well-behaved. The two new girls circulated among them offering trays of food while Abbi and Marj dealt with the drinks. There was little interference with the waiting staff to begin with but after a few drinks thing started to liven up. especially poor Sarah who’s top was ‘accidentally’ pulled aside to expose her breast. When she hastily pulled it back to cover herself Abbi came over and had a quiet word.
“They want to see them, so leave it be,” she said, pulling the loose covering aside once more.
Sarah was then forced to endure the groping of any of the guests as she moved among them. The others fared no less well. Abbi especially was forced to go round with her ample breasts displayed for all to see with her nipples proudly erect from all the pinching and tugging they’d had to put up with. All the girls were somewhat relieved when Lady Penelope finally made an appearance. Framed in the doorway to the dining room she greeted her guests.
“Welcome, dear friends,” she proclaimed, as all heads turned in her direction, “I hope that this evening will be as much fun as always. Shall we eat?”
She stood aside as they all trooped into the dining room and took their assigned places around the table, Lady P at its head and the others along the sides. As they took their seats and began to chat, Abbi took the girls aside.
“Ok, put down the nibbles and listen up,” she told them, “Wendy, Lady P has expressly requested that you serve her so you get to serve the top end and the guests sitting either side. Got that?”
Wendy nodded, still a little uncertain about what she was meant to do.
“That’s Lady P and the two younger women at that end of the table. They’re your responsibility. Sarah you only have the couple on the far side, but I warn you they’re both a bit touchy feely as you’ve already found out. Just serve them with a smile and put up with anything else, and you’ll be fine. Marj, take the couple on this side. I’m sure you know what to do by now. Everything clear?”
Marj giggled and raised her eyebrows in a gesture of mock resignation, while Wendy and Sarah exchanged looks of doubt and uncertainty.
“Just be yourselves and go with the flow,” commanded Abbi, “chef will send food out so just take it to your guests as it arrives here. I’ll be here making sure it all runs smoothly.”
As she spoke there was a tinkle of a bell and Abbi went over to a small wooden door set in the dark wood panelling. She opened it to reveal a dumb waiter laden with steaming plates of food. She beckoned the three girls over and handed out plates. Wendy somehow managed three at a time and thanked the lessons she had been given back at school. She had wondered at the time what was the reason but was now beginning to understand. Sounds of anticipation greeted them as they walked into the dining room.
To begin with the guests were more interested in the food than the pretty décor but as the meal progressed and more wine was drunk their eyes began to wander again. Especially those of Lady Penelope. As Wendy was clearing away the plates from the first course Lady P’s arm reached out and encircled her waist pulling her close.
“Remember what I said back at the school?” she asked rhetorically, “whatever these two horny bitches get up to, ultimately you are going to be mine.”
“Yes, m’lady, whatever you wish,” replied Wendy, now fully realising what this evening was all about.
As she spoke Lady P’s hand had drifted from her waist and had found its way under her skirt and was gently stroking the lips of her already moist cunt. Somehow, she managed not to drop the plates she was holding when two fingers slipped inside her. As the other girls left the dining room she was released and quickly followed them. She glanced at them, blushing bright pink until she saw that Sarah had her top pulled wide and now both breasts were on display and Marj was completely topless. It seems she had gotten off lightly. They loaded the empty plates into the dumb waiter and were each given a bottle of wine to take back in.
As Wendy leant forward to fill a glass a hand of the woman to Lady P’s right grabbed her breast and pinched the nipple quite hard. She jumped and spilled some of the wine onto the polished table. She felt herself being pulled around and was powerless to do anything but follow where her nipple was tugged. She found herself face to face with the woman.
“Oh dear, such a clumsy slut,” taunted the woman, bringing giggles from Lady P and the woman opposite. The pressure on her nipple increased. “I think you should pay a forfeit, don’t you?”
Between gasps of pain, Wendy managed to blurt out, “Whatever you say, Miss.”
The woman gave her nipple another pinch and winked at her two friends. “I think we need your top to wipe up all the wine you spilled. Off with it, girl,” demanded the woman.
When Wendy hesitated, she was given a sharp twist to her nipple. Slowly she put down the wine bottle and started to lift her top. Her fear was tempered by the relief she felt when the woman was forced to let go of her nipple. Slowly her breasts came into view and she began to lift the top over her head. Temporarily blinded and tangled up she could do nothing to stop the woman taking a firm grip on her other nipple. She gave a little yelp as her head emerged and she shook the top down her arms. She was pulled forward and down and, guessing what was expected of her, she carefully mopped up the spilt wine. The woman took the soiled garment from her and tossed it away.
The ding of the dumb waiter told everyone the main course had arrived and she was finally released. She managed to serve the three women without spilling anything despite hands constantly sliding under her skirt and various fingers probing inside her. Her naked breasts were also considered fair game and were continuously groped although without the vicious pinching from before. The three servers could retreat while the guests ate their meal and they gathered in the anteroom. Wendy looked at the other two. All three of them were topless and Marj’s skirt had been lifted and bunched around her waist. Even Abbi was showing signs of having been mauled by stray hands and she had done nothing to hide her exposed breasts.
Eventually they had to go back in and collect the empty plates. The guests were, by now, even more relaxed having drunk more wine and their inhibitions had disappeared. Wendy’s very short skirt was no defence against the onslaught and her pussy was stroked and rubbed and probed. Almost against her will she felt herself becoming increasingly wet and could feel her juices running down the inside of her thighs. This brought out many ribald comments from the three women at the top of the table who made her show the state she was in to the rest of the table by making her lick their sticky fingers. This behaviour then immediately spread to the other two servers amid much laughter and crude comments.
By the time the dessert was served all three of them were completely naked and no part of them was off limits to the guests. Wendy caught a quick glimpse of Sarah who was twisting and turning in an effort to avoid the hands of her two guests. It was to no effect and a couple of sharp spanks to her bottom made her stop and let them get on with it. As Wendy put down the dessert in front of her final guest she was grabbed around the waist and pulled onto the woman’s lap who leaned forward and kissed and sucked on Wendy’s battered nipples.
“Mmmm,” she said to the others, “these would make a better serving platter than the dishes.”
With that she took a spoonful of the delicately quenelled ice cream and applied it to Wendy’s left breast, who jumped and gasped at the sudden feeling of icy cold. Then she felt the lips and tongue of the woman as she licked her clean. As the warmth returned, she could feel her nipple stiffen even more. The woman’s hand between her legs did not help but by now she was resigned to her fate. Indeed, she was beginning to enjoy all the attention she was getting, and she was feeling more aroused than she had ever felt before. When more ice cream was plastered onto her other nipple, she took it happily and offered herself to the woman, pushing out her chest in invitation.
Wendy took the opportunity to look down to the far end of the table. Sarah was bent over at the waist and her head had dipped below the level of the table and close to the man’s lap. His partners hand was sliding between Sarah’s legs and making Sarah rock back and forth. Wendy could guess what was going on out of sight. Marj could not be seen at all but Wendy guessed that both she and Sarah were occupied with the same task. Especially given the look of intense pleasure showing on the man’s face. The only sounds were the slurping and spluttering coming from somewhere out of vision.
“I think it’s time we took this little tart somewhere more private,” said Lady Penelope, breaking the mood, “what say you, ladies?”
She looked left and right to her two friends who both nodded enthusiastically. Lady P rose slowly to her feet and took a handful of Wendy’s hair and pulled her off the lap she was sitting on.
“We are off for some fun,” she announced to the room, “you know where the guest room are so feel free. Please enjoy yourselves.”
“Is it OK if we take Abbi as well as this one,” asked the man holding Sarah’s head firmly in place.
“Of course it is, Robert, nothing is off limits. You know that.”
With that Lady P walked to the main doors pulling Wendy along behind her and followed by her two friends. As she was pulled along Wendy looked sideways at her friend. There was a brief moment of respite as she was allowed to lift her head and she could take a spluttering breath. A string of drool stretched from her mouth to the tip of the man’s penis and dribbles of spit ran down her chin. As Wendy was dragged from the room Sarah’s head was once more pushed down and his large dick disappeared into her mouth. Wendy saw no more as Lady P marched her away followed by her two giggling companions.
To be continued …
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