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This is a story i've been working on for a bit... i do hope you enjoy, and feel free to comment directly to the author at [email protected] j The Dinner (and desert) By joan edwards (2004) Chapter 1 - The Date Despite the warm darkness of the room, sleeping was out of the question, although I lay comfortably on my back in bed. Even before I could hear her moans of sexual pleasure, I couldn't take my mind off my throbbing cock, the erotic sensation of my attire on my smoothly shaved skin, and the salty after taste lingering in my mouth. The events of the evening replayed themselves in my mind's eye...if I could only touch my cock, even just for a minute... It started out in an ordinary sort of way. We had known each other for while, and I hoped to advance the relationship to include sex. One of our common interests for discussion was cooking. She baited me with her arrogant claim that no man could cook like a woman. I just couldn't let the challenge go, and I got her (or so I thought) to agree to a demonstration of my culinary skills for her, at her house. I hoped to prove her claims wrong, and that my skills would be rewarded with her carnal ones. The date was set. I arrived a little early that day, and she answered the door in slinky robe and slippers. She let me in, told me to put the groceries in the kitchen and to come back to the bedroom. She lived alone in a nice detached home in a quite neighborhood. The decor definitely had the "feminine touch". As I was putting the groceries away she called out and asked me to bring a glass of ice with me when I came back. I did as she asked, and as I came down the hall I noticed she was sitting on the bed, naked save for her open robe, rubbing lotion onto her legs. This would be easier than I thought. Her nipples were erect as she began to apply lotion to her full breasts. I could see her pubic mound was trimmed, and she looked up, smiled, and told me to put the ice on the nightstand. I couldn't take my eyes off of her center as she rubbed the cream into her thighs. She spread her thighs, revealing that her labia were shaved and smooth. As she applied lotion to her sex she asked me how I liked the view. "Exquisite" I replied. "Well", she said, "now that you've seen me, I'd like to see you, too." She didn't have to ask twice, I was out of my clothes in no time flat. This was perfect. I stood before her, naked and at attention, so to speak. "Very nice" she commented, "yes, you'll do very nicely." Sitting on the bed she ask me to come to her, I did, and she reach around my waist and caressed the back of my thighs and cheeks, squeezing my erect member between her slippery, lotion covered breasts. I could feel her hot breath on my prick. The sensations were just wonderful. "Lay down and I'll rub your back," she said. I lay face down on the bed. She applied lotion to her hands and began to massage my lower back, inner thighs and butt. "Put your arms down by you side," she said. Of course I would, by then I'd do anything she asked. As I lay with my arms by my side, she picked one up and quickly snapped handcuffs on it, then before I could react, upon the other. Suddenly, I was not so relaxed. She leaned down next to my head and whispered in my ear "it's not fair that you should be the only one being pleased." She rolled me on my back, and straddled my head on her knees, her smooth labia just inches above my face. "Dessert before dinner" she asked? Without waiting for my reply she lowered her pussy to my lips. "Lick my cunt," she commanded. I began to lick and suck her pussy as she ground it into my face. She soon became wet, very wet, and she slid her sex back and forth over my mouth and nose. "Stick your tongue in deep," she moaned "fuck me with your tongue." I plunged my tongue deep into the velvety slickness, and her breathing became short and labored. "Oh, oh...my...oh...yes"...she moaned, then suddenly her box contracted, she shuddered, and gushed into my mouth and onto my face. "Well, perfect to get my appetite going. You enjoyed your snack?" she asked. "Don't fret, there's more to come." She lifted herself from my face, and as she turned around on the bed she grabbed the glass of ice from the nightstand. Facing my feet now, she again straddled my face as she lay across my chest. "While you're down there, be a dear and give my ass a little tongue, won't you" she said. Hoping that my little head would get some attention, I began to tongue her ass, first kissing one cheek, then the other, and licking and sucking up and down the crack. She began to lightly stroke my balls, and I was getting hard as hell. "Don't be shy, baby, stick your tongue in" she implored. I did, and her rectum gripped my tongue as I buried it in her. I suddenly felt the warmth of her mouth engulf my cock...heaven...then ice, cold ice on my cock and balls, and she pushed her ass back, forcing my head down, my face firmly buried in the crack of her ass. My erection shriveled and my balls became a small tight sack. I felt her playing with my cock and balls, and then it was done. She got off my face and stood...I looked down at the little guy and saw that he was firmly encased in a plastic cage, secured with a small brass lock. No key to be seen. She picked up my clothes from the floor and left the room. I lay there for a minute, contemplating my options. As I struggled to get up she reentered the room. "Let me help you, sweetie" she said. "If you just un-cuff me I can do it myself" I replied. "First things first, there will be time enough for that later." With her help I got up off the bed. Her robe was still open and I could see her pussy was wet. My cock stirred in its cage, unable to become erect, and I blushed, realizing that I was in a bind, so to speak. Smiling, she looked at me and said "I'm famished, its time for you to get you ready to cook dinner." "And just how can I do that?" "Simple, you just agree to do as I say, without question." "And if I don't?" "Well, where you going to go undressed like that?" She had a point. Anyway, what harm would it do to play along. After all, she'd have to let my hands free to cook dinner. So I agreed. "Good, first we need to take care of those legs" "What do you mean?" "I mean they're hairy. And that mustache has to go. Can't have you in the kitchen like that." I didn't get the connection. "Come on" she said. I followed her into the bathroom. "Get into the shower." Her tone was stern. As I stood in the shower, she applied a hair removing lotion to my legs, public area, underarms, chest, belly and face. Well, this "Now just stand there, it won't take long." True to her word, within 10 minutes she was naked in the shower with me, rubbing the lotion, and all of my hair, off my body and down the drain...it was quite frustrating being naked with this woman, being touched and rubbed all over, unable to touch her, or my self. Soon I was out, dried and hairless save for the top of my head, and slick with the scented lotion she applied to every inch of my body below the neck. I found my self seated on a chair, and to my frustration she was naked at my feet, painting my toenails bright red. "Don't you think this has gone far enough?" I asked. "Whatever do you mean? I'm just holding you to your word." "That's ridiculous" "After all, you're the one who claimed to be able to cook like a woman. I'm just making sure you keep your word. Now don't move while I do your fingers." As I held still, knowing that until my hands were freed I was really in no position to do anything else. She continued, first with the nails, next applying blush, eyeliner and red lipstick to my smooth, hairless face. She completed her work by placing a short black wig on my head. "There, I think that's perfect, how about you?" I stared at the mirror, and the face of sluttish looking brunette me stared back. "I hope it pleases you," I said sarcastically. "Don't be that way. You're almost ready." "I'm ready to get out of these hand cuffs." "See, this is exactly why they are necessary. I can't trust your word." "What?" My patience was wearing thinner. "Not 45 minutes ago you agreed to do as I say, without question. Now it seems you want to go back on your word." I was silent. Better than to say some else stupid. She left the bathroom, and returned moments later, now wearing her robe, lingerie in hand. "Now let's get you dressed." She knelt in front of me, and slipped a tan stocking up each leg, then, from behind me she fastened a black garter belt around my waist. She helped me to my feet, and then attached the stocking tops to the belt. I was surprised at the sensation of the hose on my freshly shaved legs, and my cock began to stir in its cell. She helped me slip into a pair of red thong panties. "Well, it seems that the cuffs will have to come off to finish dressing you. I'm just not sure I can trust your word." With that she left the room and returned a moment later. Flash. She had a digital camera in her hand, and had taken a picture of me. She snapped another, and told me to smile. My face flushed and I said "you're not going to show that to anyone, are you?" "Not if you behave yourself, and keep your word," she replied. "Now you just wait there patiently while I email these for safe keeping." I remained standing in the bathroom and she reappeared with the key to the cuffs, some clothing and a pair of heels. "I'm going to remove the handcuffs, however, before I do let's be clear about the rules. I expect you to honor your word, and do exactly as I say, without question. I've emailed those pictures to a safe place. If you don't honor your word, I'm going to send those pictures to several of your male friends, just so they know what you do in your free time. I'll also make sure that your secretary and some of the other girls at work get to see the pictures, and god only knows who they'll tell about what you wear under your suit. Are we clear about this?" I could feel my face flush with anger, and frustration. Although in make up, I knew that I was clearly recognizable in the pictures. I certainly didn't want my friends, let alone co-workers, to know that I have been dressed up in panties, make-up and forced into a chastity device, no matter what explanation I had. I had no choice. "Of course I'll keep my word" I replied. "Mistress." "What?" "Of course I'll keep my word, Mistress," she said. "You must say 'of course I'll keep my word, Mistress.'" Reluctantly I said it. "Of course I'll keep my word, Mistress." "Good girl. Now turn around." She freed my wrists. I noticed fake French manicure nails on my hands. She handed me a camisole and told me to put it on. Next a short taffeta petticoat followed, and I obediently stepped into it. A black skirt, a white blouse and the black heels finished the outfit. "You look just lovely. I just have to have some pictures of this." Out came the camera, and I was subjected to several more photos. She hugged me, and slipped her had underneath my skirt, raking her nails over my bare ass cheeks. A shudder went up my spine and my cock stirred, unable to become erect. "Mmmmmm," she purred "fresh meat, and so tender." She moved the thong aside, and ran her tongue in my ear. I was a little weak in the knees, and reached forward for the counter. "That's it, baby, bend over a little and spread your legs." I did as she instructed, my chest practically lying on the counter. She flipped up my skirt, her hands wandering over my cheeks, fingers probing up and down the crack of my ass. "Relax, sweetie, this won't take long." I felt a cool liquid in the crack of my ass, and then the penetration of first one finger, then another, probing in and out of my ass. "R E L A X" she hissed, and then I felt it, probing at my tight little rosebud, demanding entry. I bent over further, and tried to relax. While licking and kissing the back of my neck and ears, she opened me, and then withdrew, over and over, each time entering a bit further, the assailant becoming thicker as it went deeper inside me. Just when I though it had become so thick that I that I couldn't open any more, PLOP, my ass sucked the large butt-plug inside, and it seated itself firmly deep in my ass. "There, all ready. I wouldn't want you to be tempted to play with your cunt while you fix dinner." I didn't know what to say, my mind swimming with the sensation of my cock straining in its cage, the plug firmly in my ass, and the sexy feeling for being dressed and made up as a woman. She spoke again "Is my little woman ready to cook for her Mistress? Remember, please me and perhaps you'll get a treat for desert. Now, get in the kitchen, I expect dinner on the table by eight, sharp. Make sure the wine is chilled and open, and set five places at the table. I've spent so much time getting you ready, I haven't much time left until they arrive." Silently I left the room to begin, vaguely aware of her last statement. Chapter 2 - Something Hot in the Kitchen I entered the kitchen in a fog, still trying to figure out how I would get out of this situation. I certainly couldn't just leave dressed like this. I didn't know where my clothes were, and so I had no car or house keys, and no money for a cab. Even if I did, there was still the issue of the makeup, not to mention my cock was tightly confined in this locked device, and she had the key. I found the wine and threw it in the freezer to chill, and then began to prepare the meal. The simple tasks were made difficult, as I was not used to long nails. And the heels were a chore. I heard the shower and figured she wouldn't be out, so I slipped my hand under my skirt and tried to undo the cage around my cock, it would not budge. I returned to my task, and set up the rice pilaf and steamed broccoli. I heard the shower stop, and wondered what she was doing. After all, she looked ready to eat when I arrived. I made a salad, and then laid out some cheese, crackers and smoked oysters on a platter. Time to set the table. It hit me like a fist. FIVE. Who are the other three? I felt the rush of panic, and fear, and I could hardly breathe. Who would see me like this? "It's quarter to eight. Why isn't the table set?" Her voice jolted me from my fog. I looked up, and then stared. She was standing less that two feet from, dressed in a sheer black nylon body stocking. She towered above me in her bright red spike heels. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her full breasts were clearly visible, and her erect nipples protruded from the see-through material. The outfit was crotch-less. Her pussy lips glistened, and they were engorged and slightly parted. She was obviously aroused. And angry. Finally I focused on the riding crop in her hand. Her bright red lips said "Just can't keep to your word, can you, little miss?" "What do you mean? Dinner is just about ready." The words barely came out of my mouth. "I told you I wanted dinner on the table by eight. Not after eight. Eight. And I certainly did not tell you to play with your cock. If I wanted to let you play with it, I would not have locked it up." I stood in shocked silence. How did she know? "Well, I can't very well cuff you, the guests will be here soon, and you'll have work to do. So, I'll just have to make do. Go get a chair from the dining room. Reluctantly I complied. When I returned, she told me to I lay face down over the seat of the chair. She got something from a kitchen drawer, and then came up behind me. Her hand went under my skirt and her fingers slipped under the panties and found my scrotum. Her touch was gentle, and her ministrations to my balls began to arouse me. "Does that feel good?" she cooed. "Does my little miss like to have Mistress touch her balls?" It felt so good, especially when she began to move the butt plug in and out of my ass. I couldn't believe how aroused I was, bent over in front of this woman, made up and dressed like a girl, unable to become erect like a man. Before I could answer, her gentle hand became a vise around my dangling manhood, and I let out a moan. "Not good enough," she said, "Does my little miss like Mistress touch her balls?" The grip became tighter, and I quickly said "Yes Mistress, I do so enjoy it when you touch my balls." Her grip did not loosen. "I was afraid of that," she said "this isn't supposed to be pleasurable." With that I felt a whack, as she struck my bare ass cheeks with the crop. I tried to jump, but her grip on my scrotum did not relent. "Do not move again, or it will be worse." I could tell from her tone she was serious, and to tell the truth, moving hurt more than the blow. Two more strokes fell on my bare ass. Each of the stripes on my ass continued to sting. "There, now let's put a salve on those wounds," she said. "Don't move." I wasn't even thinking about moving. She let go of my nuts, and fiddled with a container. I felt a cool sensation as she applied the salve to my bare ass, and then reached around and rubbed my sack. She pushed the butt-plug to make sure it was tightly inside me, and then put my thong back in place, flipped the skirt down and told me to stand up. The coolness of the "salve" quickly turned to warmth, and then a painful heat. I looked at her, and she was smiling. "Do not think of reaching under you skirt, slut. You will learn that your only pleasure will be that which I decide to give. The salve will remind you of that. Don't worry, it will be very uncomfortable, but it will not cause any physical harm. Now set the table, or you'll be punished more extensively." "Yes Mistress" I replied, not wanting to further anger her. I went off to the kitchen, and as instructed, set the dining room table for five. My ass cheeks, and even more so my balls, stung from the ointment, yet I did not dare to touch either. After setting the table I took the wine from the freezer, and the appetizers out of the refrigerator, setting them on the counter. The doorbell rang. I froze. It rang again. "Get the door, little miss," She called out. I didn't know what to do. How could I go to the door looking like this? Who would be there? But what would she do to me if I didn't answer it? The burning sensation of my balls and stripped ass made my decision easier. I went to the front door and looked through the peephole. "Oh, God," I thought to myself, "four of them." Chapter 3 - Appetizers I drew in a breath and then opened the door. The men smiled when they saw me, and the woman giggled. She was the first to speak "Carol is expecting us, and I doubt she'd appreciate her slut making us wait on the stoop". A blond, she appeared to be in her mid thirties, and was dressed in a revealing sundress, her tan bare legs attractively rising from her white heels. The first man handed me a bottle of wine as he walked past, his other hand slipping under my skirt, rubbing my ass. "Nice ass" he said. Surprised, I turned away, blushing from his caress and the dismissive demeanor of the woman. I couldn't look at the other two men as they walked pass me. They all went directly to the living room. When I regained my composure, I took the wine to the kitchen. I looked into the living room and I could see Carol standing with one of the men. They were kissing, and his hand was at her crotch, a finger deeply buried in her cunt. The other two men were on the couch, the woman sat between them. She was sitting with her legs apart, and I could see her sex. The men were commenting on how hot Carol looked in her outfit. On of the men was drinking a beer, and there was twelve pack box was on the coffee table. Carol apparently saw me from the corner of her eye. "Little miss, come here. You're being absolutely rude to my guests." I sheepishly walked into the living room, and quietly said "Yes Mistress." "Yes Carol," the blonde piped up "she has been such a rude little slut, she didn't even introduce herself at the door. What's her name?" "Joan, little miss Joan" Carol replied. "Joan, be a good little missy and take that beer into the kitchen," the blonde said. "And find out what my guests need to make them each comfortable and relaxed," Carol ordered, as if addressing a child. "By the way, at least set out the appetizers and bring me a glass of wine." I walked to coffee table and bent over to pick up the beer. I looked up and the blonde was staring at me. She opened her legs giving me a wonderful view of her pussy. She continued to stare into my eyes as she brought her hand to her nether lips, fingering her slit. "You like to look at Dianna's hot pussy, don't you, little miss Joan." She continued to finger her cunt. It had become quite wet, and she had two fingers inside. "I'll bet you're thinking how much you'd like to fuck me with your hard cock right now, aren't you, baby." Her voice was silky and seductive. "C'mon, honey, show me that big hard cock you'd like to shove inside me." "Lift your skirt now, Joan, and pull down your panties. Show them all what kind of fem male you are" Carol said. I stood, still staring at the beautiful pussy. I lifted my skirt. My face was hot from my embarrassment. "Take off your panties, Joan," Carol's tone was serious. I couldn't quit staring at Dianna's pussy. I pulled my panties down, and then stepped out of them. The men started laughing when they saw my limp cock locked in its clear plastic prison. Dianna continued to finger fuck herself as I stood there holding my skirt up in front of the group. Finally she looked at me. Grinning she said, "Oh my, little miss Joan, that's nothing more than a clit. You don't expect to fuck me with that, slut? My cunt is hungry for a real hard cock. Miss Joan, don't you think I have a beautiful, hot pussy?" "Yes, it's so pretty." I whispered. One of the men reached over and undid the tie to the halter on her sundress. It fell loosely down, exposing her breasts. He bent over to her, and started to suck on one. The other reached down and started to caress her cunt with his hand. She started moaning, obviously pleased by the attention the men were paying to her body. He kissed her on the mouth, and slid two fingers in her wet hole. The other man had removed his pants, and she was now stroking his cock. She bent down and licked it, running her tongue around the head. She looked me square in the eye and said "You see, Joan, this is what I really need, a hard cock for my pleasure. Don't you just love hard cocks, Joan?" I couldn't speak. I was so aroused by the sight of her tongue teasing the tip of the man's hard on. "Don't just stand there holding your skirt and staring at that cock. Didn't I tell you to make sure my guests are comfortable?" I turned to Carol in response to her words. She was standing next to the other man, who was now naked, except her hand, which was wrapped about his erect cock. It was huge, and she was slowing moving her hand up and down its length. I stared at the monster, envious not only of the size, but its freedom. "Yes, Mistress" "Then get take the beer into the kitchen, and get the appetizers. There will be plenty of time to gawk at the boy's hard dicks, and tend to their other needs, when you return." I grabbed the beer from the coffee table, and was off to the kitchen. I returned moments later with the appetizers and set the tray on the coffee table. All there men were now naked, and obviously aroused by the manual attentions of the women. Dianna told me to get her a glass of wine, and to bring a beer for the other two men. I quickly complied with her request and when I returned they were all seated, three on the couch, Carol and the man on a loveseat, snacking and chatting, as if nothing in the least was unusual. I noticed that the men's erections had subsided. Carol saw me looking at the men. She looked at me and said "Joan, why don't you have an appetizer?" I declined. "That wasn't a request." Her stern tone, again. I approached the coffee table, and she said, "I don't mean that. The food is for us. Your appetizer is over here. Now bring your lips over here and tend to this man's needs." I looked at her, horrified at the suggestion. From the look on her face I could tell she knew. "Come now you little sissy, I know you want to suck this cock. I've been watching you eyeing all of the boy's toys. After all, it's not fair to them that you parade around dressed like a slut and then behave like a tease. Now, come show us girls what good little cock-sucker you are, Joan." "But Mistress," "Stop. Before you disobey or backtalk me think about what happened last time you disregarded my instructions. Are you going to tell me that you won't keep your word?" Her words hung heavy in the air. My balls still stung from the "salve", and she did have those pictures. I could tell she wasn't kidding. "Of course not, Mistress," I slowly approached the loveseat, and got down on my knees in front of the man. He opened his legs to receive me, and I moved between them. I had never been this close to another man's cock. "Don't be shy, Joan, touch it" she hissed. I reached out, and gently wrapped my hand around the phallus. The skin was soft to the touch, and warm. I began to stroke it, slowly. "Kiss it," he said. I looked at Carol, and she had a leering smile on her face. I bent forward, and kissed the tip with my lips. "Now lick it" Carol said. I did, licking up and down the shaft. He started to grow and I continued to lick, hoping this was going to be all, that when he got real hard he would fuck Carol with this monster. "Don't forget his balls, sweetie" Carol said. I squatted down further, and began to tongue the man's nuts. He scooted forward, and his sack hung over the edge of the seat between his legs. I licked the front, and then around the back, teasing his scrotum with the tip of my tongue. His cock was now hard, and in my face, and without hesitation I began to lick his cock again. "Suck it, Joan. Show me what a cock slut you are." I could tell from Carol's voice that she was very aroused, and inexplicably I was, too. I rubbed the head of his cock on my lips, my tongue teasing in and out of the slit. Suddenly, I sucked it into my mouth. I took it as deep as I could and then began to gently move my mouth up and down on his hard cock. The man grabbed the back of my head, and started to piston his cock in and out of my mouth. Sometimes I gagged, and he would stop for a second, but he wouldn't let go of my head, wouldn't take his cock out of my wet mouth. My saliva coated his cock and dribbled down his balls as he continued to roughly fuck my mouth. My cock started to ache as it pushed against its' prison, unable to become truly hard, unable to feel even my own touch. It oozed pre-cum. Carol remained on the loveseat as I sucked this man's cock. She encouraged him "that's it baby, fuck my sissy's mouth, gag the cock- slut." The third guy had pried his mouth off Dianna's tit, and was standing in front of Carol. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that she was cupping his balls in one hand, and began to stroke his cock with the other. "Make her show us her little clit," the third man said to Carol. She reached down and flipped my skirt up, exposing my ass and locked up cock. "Look," she said, "the slut trying to get hard, look at the way his cock is filling its the cage, and dripping." And she was right. I had become so turned on that I was actually enjoying being face fucked by this man in front of the women. "Oh yes, he is a cock sucking whore." I could tell that the man in my mouth was very aroused and would cum soon. I heard Dianna moan. The other guy was fucking her on the couch. Carol was now on her knees, sucking the third guy. She sucked him, then stroked him, and then sucked him again. He was too, was moaning, as if ready to orgasm. I felt the cock in my mouth spasm, and then he stopped pumping. He withdrew slightly, and my mouth flooded with semen. I couldn't hold it in my mouth, and it began to dribble out the side. "Swallow it, you pussy," the man said. He pulled out, and shot onto my face. "Now lick up my cum, you little slut." He forced my face back to his crotch, and I licked and sucked his juice from his cock, balls and stomach. From the sounds of things, Dianna was getting the fucking of a lifetime. As I finished licking up the salty juice, I felt a pair of hands on my head. Carol had come round behind me, and quickly she pulled me upright, face to cock in front of the third man. He was stocking himself and said "Open, your cum slut mouth, its time to feed." I opened my mouth, and he shoved his cock inside, and filled my mouth with his cum. She tilted my head back. I looked up into her eyes, and she said "swallow, slut." Obediently, I did. She wiped the excess semen from my chin with her finger, and then made me suck her finger clean. Dianna had quit moaning, and it appeared that the man had cum in her. Thank god it didn't have to suck him off, too. Carol asked me if I wanted some pussy. I was so horny. "Oh, yes Mistress, I would love to have some pussy," I replied. "Lay down," she instructed. I couldn't take my eyes off her as I lay down on my back on the floor. She straddled my leg, and squatted. I thought to myself, "Yes, she's going to ride me till I come in side her. She grabbed my balls with one hand, and my cage with the other. "Relief at last," I thought. "Tell me how me how much you want it, Joan." "I'll do what ever you say. May I please have some pussy?" "Anything?" "Yes, anything." "Suck cocks for me?" "Yes, Mistress." "Serve my guests?" "Of course." "Lick up the mess?" "Yes. Please may I have it?" "Yes slut, you may have some pussy now" she said. Dianna got up off the couch, straddled my head, and lowered her cunt. As she descended I could see her lips were swollen and wet, and cunt was filled with cum. She opened her slit with a finger, and drop of semen fell from her cunt lips onto mine. "Lick me, slut" she said, and she pushed her sex down onto my mouth. I stuck my tongue into her wet hole, and began to swill it around inside her. I could taste her lover's cum on the lips, and she contracted, forcing more of it out and into my mouth. I licked her swollen lips and wet hole as she rubbed herself all over my face. Finally she came, and it was over. All over, and I hadn't had any relief. Carol's voice broke the silence. "Don't just lay there you lazy slut. Get up and serve my guests dinner." Coming Next...Chapter 4 - Dinner is Served by joan edwards (2004