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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Night Games
Chapter Two
ÒIÕve laid out some clothes for you,Ó Sasha told her daughter on
Friday afternoon, almost a week after their intimate discussion. Little
had been said since, but the girl had managed not to succumb any more to
the temptations of the flesh in the boyÕs bathroom. Or, if she had, she
hadnÕt been caught. TheyÕd gone together to the doctorÕs office. To
SashaÕs relief the girl had been given a clean bill of health. And she had
been started on the little blue pills, which she now took every day. And
her mother had bought her a bigger bra, she was growing fast.
ÒAlright,Ó Cindy said, coming out of the bathroom. She was wrapped
in a towel and her hair was still wet from being shampooed in the bathtub.
She had done it herself, for almost the first time. In Idaho her mother had
still washed her hair for her.
ÒDid you take a very good bath and get all the dirt off from playing
stick ball out back?Ó Sasha asked Cindy.
ÒYes mom,Ó Cindy said. The girl was beaming. She had beaten the
neighborhood boys at stick ball, and now she was going to her motherÕs
party! Dave would take them. She liked Dave. She thought he was quite
handsome. And she had an inkling Dave liked her, though she didnÕt try to
think of that too often because she didnÕt want to steal him from her
mother.
Cindy went into her bedroom. It still had some of the trappings of
childhood, a clown on the wall from her room in Idaho, a measuring tape
that she had nearly outgrown, decorating the back of her door. She went to
her bed and cast her towel down on it. She looked at herself in a full
length mirror her mother had bought for her when they arrived in L.A.,
when she insisted on being able to dress fashionably like the girls at her
school. She was painfully slender, but at the same time her tits stuck out
like twin ripe apples, well maybe a little bigger than apples, Cindy told
herself, cupping them gently. Her nipples were pink and had a tendency
these days to be excited and stand up in little points. Her bush below her
belly was just filling in, blonde like the hair on her head, and wet like the
hair on her head just at this moment. She picked up her towel off the bed
and did a better job drying her little hairs down there. She felt a sudden
arousal as she did so. She rubbed lower. A guilty look came to her face.
She had the feeling now like she had when she sucked the boys. It was a
pleasant feeling, unbidden, but delightful when it came upon her. She
rubbed harder. Her mother heard her utter a sudden:
ÒOooh!Ó
ÒCindy, are you getting dressed?Ó Sasha called from her own
bedroom just down the hall.
ÒYes mommie,Ó Cindy answered, throwing her towel down on her bed
and, in her sudden embarrassment, reverting to her motherÕs more childish
name. Cindy went to her chest of drawers, painted white with little
ceramic flowers affixed to it. Well, at least her pussy hair was dry now,
she told herself. She opened the top drawer in her chest of drawers, to
get out some panties. To her shock the drawer was empty. Instead there
was a note inside. It was in her motherÕs handwriting. It read, ÒDearest,
you wonÕt need underpants tonight. Just wear what IÕve laid out on your
bed.Ó Cindy turned. She regarded now, for the first time really, what her
mother had put on her bed for her. She had tossed her towel on top of the
clothes. She hurried over to them and retrieved the towel before it got
her clothes too wet. She tossed the towel on top of the clown-decorated
hamper that was in her bedroom.
ÒCindy, did you dry your hair?Ó Sasha called to her daughter. Cindy
looked guiltily in her mirror. Of course she hadnÕt. Her hair was long and
it seemed to take forever to dry with the teddy bear blow drier she kept in
her bedroom.
ÒI will, mom,Ó Cindy said.
ÒDry your hair BEFORE you dress, Cindy,Ó Sasha, dressing in her own
bedroom, called to her daughter.
ÒAlright mom,Ó Cindy said. She did as her mother said, and examined
the clothes laid out for her on her bed as she did so. There was a garter
belt, which she had only ever seen on her mother. This one was smaller,
just her size, she realized, picking it up with one hand and placing it
awkwardly against her belly. It came with funny-looking straps that hung
down and had bothersome clasps at the ends of them. Also laid out on her
bed were long stockings. But they were not like stockings she had ever
worn to school. They were sheer, like the panty hose her mom wore, and
they reminded her of stockings she had once seen her mother wear, along
with the strange-looking garter belt. These were white, to match the
garter belt, which was also white, along with the straps that hung down
from the belt. She felt her bare toes kick something and when she looked
down she saw, halfway under her bed, a pair of white shoes. She laid down
the garter belt and picked up one of the shoes. It had a high heel. She felt
a sudden surge of delight. She had never worn heels before, not in her own
size, that is, though she had played in her motherÕs heels once or twice. In
fact mom had forbidden her to buy shoes with heels, though she had asked
for some when she saw them once in a store in Idaho, and just a week and
a half ago when she saw them again in a store in L.A. Now here they were,
laid out just for her, along with the funny belt and the stockings. She
would dress like a woman tonight, not like some little girl who got dirty
playing stick ball. Proudly Cindy examined the blouse her mother had laid
out for her. It was cut daringly low in front, and fell to the tops of her
thighs. It was frilly without being excessively little-girlish, a kind of
blend of innocence, for it was white like the stockings and shoes, and
sexiness, for who would cut the front of a blouse so low if not to show off
the young tits of the girl who was wearing it?
Cindy looked around for her dress. There was none on the bed.
ÒMom, where did you put my dress?Ó Cindy called out to her mother.
There was a long pause. Finally, from her bedroom, her mother answered,
ÒThere isnÕt a dress, honey.Ó
ÒWhat?Ó Cindy asked. The idea of not wearing panties had been
intriguing, but to not wear a dress?! ÒAm I wearing jeans?Ó Cindy asked
hopefully.
ÒNo. ItÕs not that kind of party, dear. I told you itÕs for adults,Ó
CindyÕs mom answered.
ÒBut you wore a dress the last time Dave took you,Ó Cindy said.
ÒThis is a different party, with different rules,Ó CindyÕs mom said,
and she was in the childÕs doorway suddenly, and the girl almost fell over
with shock to see her. CindyÕs mom was not dressed in clothes. She had
on a black leather bra which had no apparent utility, for it did not cup her
motherÕs breasts at all and didnÕt even conceal them, allowing them to
wobble free and naked like ornaments put on display. In what was
obviously only a temporary gesture of modesty, CindyÕs mom had tied a
cloth bra over the halter. But it had spaghetti thin straps running down
from her shoulders, so thin they looked as if the weight of her tits might
snap them. And the cups of the cloth bra were tiny, just enough to corral
and contain her nipples, which poked up ardently underneath them, and
threatening to pop free at any moment, perhaps just from the young
womanÕs breathing. In fact as CindyÕs mom spoke to her one of the cups
did come askew, revealing the nipple beneath, and the woman had to
nervously replace it, all the while attempting to remain calm in the face
of her daughterÕs questions.
But that wasnÕt the end of the womanÕs attire, which seemed
designed not to cover her charms but to show them off. She wore a belt
around her waist, made of leather like the halter. It rode very low on her
hips, almost letting her pubic hair curl out the top of it. Panties were not
attached to it, however, but rather, hanging down in front, like a flaccid
male penis, was a thin strip of leather. It looked like an Indian garment,
being, however, so narrow that from a distance it resembled a hanging
prick. Sasha had shaved her pubic hair so that it did not extend beyond the
width of the hanging leather strip. When she moved, however, the strip
shivered and showed glimpses of her narrow thatch beneath. Sexily, the
strip was matched by another in back, which Cindy could see between her
motherÕs legs. The purpose of that strip, Cindy soon learned, was to cover,
just barely, the crack of her motherÕs firm high bottom. As if to add to
the wondrous effect of the leather halter and bibs, Sasha had tanned
herself in such a way that the outlines of her bikini bra and panties could
be seen. That is, her flesh was white where the bikini parts would have
covered her, had she been wearing them, which of course she was not, for
this party was much too sexy for the ordinary sort of bikini Sasha wore
when she lay in the sun in their small backyard.
Cindy gasped, looking at her mother. As if to make up for the lack of
attire on her torso, the young woman had compensated by covering her
arms and legs. Long black leather gloves stretched up SashaÕs arms
almost to her shoulders, where ribbons tied them off against her upper
arms. Besides the slender gloves, she wore long boots on her legs, which
rose to the tops of her thighs and, like the gloves, were secured against
the tops of her limbs with ribbons. A collar, thick and wide, gripped
SashaÕs neck. Cindy did not know it but the collar was called a Ôposture
collar,Õ for it constrained the movements of her motherÕs neck, insuring
that she kept her eyes high, off the cocks of the men who would be at the
party. After the last affair, where Sasha had earned her place by sucking
all the men and women in the room, Dave was teasing her by making her
wear the collar. He had bought it for her the day before, and given it to
Sasha at work, along with the entire outfit, to wear tonight. CindyÕs
clothes were, by contrast, a bit of a makeshift affair, gathered together
by her mother to make her look sexy without being blatant. The girlÕs
mother wasnÕt going to have her daughter showing up in black leather, no
matter how liberal she may be in inviting her in the first place.
ÒMom, you look so different!Ó Cindy cried, running her eyes up and
down her motherÕs frame. Even now, despite her avid interest, she failed
to notice that the gloves her mother were were adorned with rings and
laces, making them, with a quick knot or two, into bondage gloves. And
she didnÕt realize that the rings hanging off the ankles of her motherÕs
boots werenÕt merely for decoration. They were so her mother could be
tied, legs akimbo, and penetrated.
ÒItÕs that sort of party, dear,Ó CindyÕs mom answered. She held
something in her hand. Cindy looked, and saw it was a mask. Two, in fact,
she realized, as her mother handed her one, and lifted the other one to her
eyes. Cindy took the mask.
ÒWhatÕs this for?Ó Cindy asked. She noticed that, unlike her
motherÕs mask, which the woman was now placing over her face, her own
didnÕt have any holes for her eyes. Or, rather, it did, but there were flaps
over them, snapped down tight to make the mask, for the moment at least,
into a blindfold. CindyÕs mom, her hands behind her head, tied on her own
mask and then said,
ÒHoney, I canÕt allow you to know where weÕre going. I havenÕt told
them IÕm bringing you and if they decide you shouldnÕt be there, and that
you have to come home, I have to bring you home without you knowing
anything.Ó SashaÕs eyes seemed to plead for understanding.
ÒOh. Alright,Ó Cindy said.
ÒFinish dressing and then IÕll put your mask on for you,Ó Sasha said.
Cindy did as she was told. With some help from her mother,
especially when it came time to fix the buckles to her stockings, she got
dressed. When she looked at herself in the mirror she thought she looked a
bit like a French tart, that sheÕd seen in a movie once, with a too-short
skirt that was in fact a blouse and long alluring stocking, and high heels
and no bra, which meant her tits quivered when she breathed, making her
low-cut blouse look like it was going to spill its treasures. Sasha tied on
her daughterÕs mask when the girl was finished looking at herself. Then
she took her downstairs, and no sooner had they sat down together on the
couch to wait for Dave than the doorbell rang. Sasha got up and answered
it. Cindy heard a gasp of delight, a manÕs voice, when the door opened.
ÒOh! I thought Dave was coming!Ó CindyÕs mom said, a moment later.
ÒYou have been given to me for the evening,Ó a strange manÕs voice
answered. ÒThe punishment will be the same, of course.Ó There was a
pause, an awkward silence. Then the manÕs voice said, with interest and
excitement, ÒWhoÕs this?Ó
ÒThis is my daughter,Ó CindyÕs mom answered.
ÒOh! I didnÕt know you had a daughter,Ó the stranger said. With
palpable embarrassment CindyÕs mom said,
ÒShe wants to come to the party.Ó
ÒOf course. We have had young girls at some of our other parties,Ó
the man answered, and Cindy felt a big shiver suddenly run down her spine.
It ended between her legs, making her feel funny again, like sheÕd felt
sucking the boyÕs cocks and rubbing herself with the towel.
ÒShe can come, then?Ó CindyÕs mother asked, and the girl sensed her
mother was hoping for a ÔnoÕ answer.
ÒYes, of course,Ó the man answered suavely. ÒI like her dress.Ó
Cindy snapped her legs shut. They had fallen a little open, as she sat
listening to the man and her mother and resisting a temptation to jam her
fingers up between her thighs. Now, like a frightened rabbit, she closed
off what she realized must have been a view of her cunt that the man saw,
with her sitting in her too-short blouse which wasnÕt a dress at all. ÒShe
is young,Ó Cindy heard the man say.
ÒSheÕs a virgin. Except for her mouth,Ó CindyÕs mom answered, and
Cindy blushed profusely.
ÒAh. She has, then, quite literally tasted the fruits?Ó the man asked.
ÒYes,Ó CindyÕs mom said, a bit ruefully. ÒBut nothing more.Ó
ÒIt is just as well,Ó the man said.
ÒIÕm sure it is,Ó CindyÕs mom said in a slightly accusing voice. Then
it must have been the man who blushed, for there was a pause, and then
the man said,
ÒI brought a wrap for you.Ó
ÒI see.Ó
ÒPut it around your shoulders and hold it closed with your fist.
ThereÕs even a hood,Ó the man said. Cindy imagined him draping her
mother in the wrap and then putting the hood up for her. ÒNow you wonÕt
get wet. It looks like rain,Ó the man said. ÒUnless of course youÕre
already wet, which I can do nothing about.Ó
ÒLetÕs hope your rudeness isnÕt limited to your mouth,Ó CindyÕs mom
answered.
ÒIt isnÕt, I assure you,Ó the man said, and he must have taken CindyÕs
momÕs hand and forced it against his groin then, for there was a sharp
intake of breath from her mother followed by a sigh that could only be
described as appreciative, and then the girl heard them kiss.
ÒWe must go now, or weÕll be late,Ó the man said to CindyÕs mom
after a moment. The mother sighed again and said,
ÒLet me get her.Ó Cindy heard her mother approach and then a warm
feminine hand reached down and took hers. Cindy stood up. ÒIs she
dressed well enough to get into your car?Ó CindyÕs mom asked the man.
ÒOf course,Ó he answered. ÒNo one will mind. SheÕs only a little
girl.Ó
Dressed as if for church, albeit, on close inspection, a decidedly
sexy church, Cindy slipped into the front seat of the manÕs car, which was
waiting downstairs, along with her mother. Mom was conservatively
attired, or so it seemed, in a long gown with a hood to protect her from
the light patter of rain that was coming down now, but the daughter was
in white shoes and stockings and in a dress that seemed fetchingly short,
one that she had perhaps outgrown a little, owing to how high it hung on
her. All this was noticed by a man in the building next door who, owing to
the beauty of the mother and daughter, had taken up position at his
window since noticing them two days earlier. He waited inside the
window, reading a book about the Civil War to pass the time, and when the
astonishingly beautiful pair came or went he was sure to see it, sitting
just inside his window, and he saw it now, and noted with delight the
pairÕs clothing, particularly the height of the little girlÕs dress and how it
showed off her childishly slender legs. But the mother was intriguing too,
for although dressed to protect herself from the rain she looked rather
like O in the story of O, a film the man was an avid owner of, though of
course being an utter nerd he had never had the opportunity to participate
in such things. Now, as the doors of the car below closed and the rain
increased, he wondered why the daughter had not worn a raincoat like her
mother. Was it because the girl, of junior high age, was becoming
rebellious? Yes, that must be it, the man assured himself. Her mother
must have been carrying her raincoat over her arm and he had simply not
seen it, staring as he was at the little girlÕs legs.
The car sped off. Within it, Cindy found herself placed rather tightly
between the two lovers. She could feel the body heat of the man beside
her, and on her other side could hear the rustling of her motherÕs cloak,
and feel it brush her right arm and leg when her mother shifted herself in
the seat. The girlÕs mother seemed nervous, indeed, from his breathing
and sweat the man beside Cindy seemed nervous too. It was as if the girl
was poised between two lovers her own age, both of them anxious with
the promise of the evening and yet a little worried too, the man, despite
his proportions and his ability, that he might prove inadequate to the
bombshell beside him, to the two! bombshells riding with him, and to the
others who he was sure to encounter at the party, the woman that she was
doing the wrong thing, not only for her daughter but for herself, for she
knew, after two such parties now, that she would be required to do things
that were not only exciting and sinful but painful.
It was a long ride. They got stuck in traffic along the San Diego
freeway and halfway along it Cindy announced that she had to pee.
Grumbling, the man told her to hold it. Cindy tried, clamping her legs
together, but when she put her fingers against herself, between her
tightly pressed thighs, she got that funny feeling again, and found, to her
surprise, which she announced in the car with childish alarm, that she was
already wet.
ÒYes, dear,Ó Sasha said, embarrassment showing in her voice.
ÒSee? IÕm already peeing!Ó Cindy exclaimed.
ÒNo, youÕre not, dear,Ó Sasha tried explaining.
ÒGod, two wet babes in my car,Ó the man said gleefully.
Somehow, perhaps because she was in a strange car being driven by a
man she had yet to see, Cindy managed to hold in her pee until they arrived
at their destination. It was a ten story apartment building in San
Clemente, and it was still raining lightly when they arrived. The man let
CindyÕs mother out of the car and then Cindy followed, and her mother held
her close as the man went up to an intercom and gained them admittance
to the buildingÕs lobby. To her motherÕs relief, the lobby was deserted.
Cindy was hustled into an elevator and as the elevator ascended Cindy
wiggled and pressed her blouse-like ÔdressÕ between her legs. SashaÕs
embarrassment was obvious when the elevator stopped on the eighth floor,
two floors short of the penthouse where the party was being held. An
elderly couple got in. Sasha managed to hide her blindfolded daughter
partway behind herself, so as not to unduly alarm the couple.
ÒA party. A surprise party,Ó Sasha said, when the elderly man gazed
with interest at CindyÕs blindfold. That explained the blindfold, but what
of the way the girl was pressing her hands between her legs? ÒShe also
has to go to the bathroom,Ó CindyÕs mom confessed.
ÒMOM!Ó Cindy cried, utterly mortified that in her blindfolded state
her mother should explain, to two strangers at that, the state of her
bladder.
ÒShhh!Ó Sasha told her daughter nervously. The elderly couple
laughed and the elevator stopped at the ninth floor to let them off. Could
they hear the party upstairs, Sasha wondered? Did they know what their
fellow residents were up to just a floor above them? She hoped not, for
to have a minor at such a party would be something the police might wish
for the couple to report, and blame them for not reporting if they failed to.
Or perhaps they would think any ruckus they heard above them was just, in
fact, a childrenÕs party, though it would be a rather late-running party,
Sasha admitted guiltily to herself. She had a flash of doubt about bringing
her daughter but then the elevator was stopped at the tenth floor, and the
doors opened, and a woman in a long black gown was smiling broadly and
greeting them.
The man whose name Cindy still didnÕt know ushered her mother and
herself out of the elevator. He introduced himself to the woman in the
black gown and it was only then that Cindy did learn his name, which was
Brad. It was, in fact, the first time Sasha had heard the manÕs name, and
when she told the woman her own and CindyÕs the man himself learned the
identities of the two young women he had just escorted.
ÒIÕm Gwen,Ó the woman who Cindy could not see said, and she
sounded beautiful. Cindy reached out and found the womanÕs gown. She
tugged it with her hand.
ÒMy daughter has to go to the bathroom,Ó Sasha said with some
embarrassment, Cindy blushing as she said it.
ÒOf course. Right this way,Ó Gwen said. The girl felt someone brush
close to her and a hand came to her back. There was a small push. She
stepped forward as a result of it, nearly stumbling in her white shoes.
ÒI hope itÕs alright she came. SheÕs only 12,Ó Sasha said.
ÒIÕm sure you had your reasons. SheÕs quite beautiful,Ó the woman
named Gwen answered. Cindy felt someone take her hand. It was a slender
hand like her motherÕs but it grasped her with some hesitation and she
realized it must be GwenÕs. She felt herself led, blindfolded, and heard
voices coming from beyond, as if from the other side of a wall. She did
not stumble again, though she felt awkward in her high heels, which she
wasnÕt at all used to yet. Then her blindfold was removed and she found
herself in a small room, panelled with beige-colored wood. There were
about two dozen lockers and most of them had locks on them but several
did not. Beyond the lockers was a single toilet, and next to it a sink. The
toilet had no walls around it, it was a residential toilet, despite the
presence of the lockers, as one would find in a bathroom in a home.
Anyone could see as Cindy peed, provided they were in the room, and as
Gwen pointed her to the toilet she turned to look over her shoulder and
saw the man named Brad and her mother in the room with her, along with
Gwen.
ÒPiss there,Ó Gwen said. Cindy ran to the toilet. She had to go too
badly to argue about who might watch her. She lifted her short blouse and
plopped down. It was a very clean toilet, despite being the sole item of
its kind in the room and obviously something that might have been used by
others before her, the others, whoever they were, who had put the things
in the lockers. She peed, relief evident on her face as her mother tried not
to watch her, and as Gwen showed the same respect, but as Brad glanced
over at her, gazing again between her legs, which she had to keep apart
now, lest she piss on herself.
ÒStop looking, Brad!Ó Cindy said, remembering the manÕs name from
the introductions. He blushed a little but in full view of Cindy, Sasha put
a hand on the manÕs crotch, very lightly, and gave an appreciative smile.
ÒIs he full for the evening?Ó Gwen asked, ignoring Cindy and her
embarrassment on the toilet. The woman, who was a blonde like her
mother and herself, reached out and placed her hand atop SashaÕs. CindyÕs
mom smiled at the woman and let her own slide aside, after a moment.
Together the two women felt the man who had brought Cindy and her mom
to the party.
ÒYes. He feels wonderful. You have made a good choice,Ó Gwen said
to Sasha.
ÒI didnÕt choose him,Ó Sasha said. GwenÕs eyes lit up and she said,
ÒAh! You are the slave then, this evening?Ó Sasha nodded.
ÒIÕm still pretty new to these sorts of things,Ó Sasha said.
ÒShe has a casual boyfriend,Ó Brad explained. ÒHe took her to two
parties and now heÕs asked me to take her to this third one.Ó
ÒSo you are her new master?Ó Gwen asked, still feeling the man, but
lightly, as she spoke to him.
ÒHer temporary master,Ó Brad said. ÒDave would never give up a girl
like this without a fight. ItÕs to test her.Ó Gwen smiled and Sasha
blushed.
ÒSo far she seems to be doing very well,Ó Gwen said. ÒYou have been
a slave before?Ó Gwen asked CindyÕs mom, as Cindy listened ardently, still
peeing on the toilet.
ÒA- A little,Ó Sasha said. CindyÕs pee stopped and she grabbed toilet
paper from a roll to wipe herself. Brad, despite his obvious interest in the
two women whose hands still rested on his crotch, glanced again at Cindy.
She stuck out her tongue at him.
ÒA slave must be tested in many ways,Ó Gwen told CindyÕs mom.
ÒSome of the ways are easy. But some are hard.Ó
ÒYes,Ó CindyÕs mom said, as Cindy dropped a wad of used toilet paper
in the commode beneath her and hopped up off the seat, her blouse falling
to hide again what Brad was trying to avoid placing his eyes upon, but
could barely resist. That wet part of her, that was wet not with her pee
and which wettened quickly again, despite the fact that sheÕd just wiped
herself there.
ÒI see you are wearing a posture collar and bondage gloves,Ó Gwen
said, taking in fully now the costume CindyÕs mother was wearing, right
down to the purpose of the rings on her ankles. ÒI take it these are not for
show? You have some experience with the whip?Ó Gwen asked.
ÒA- A little,Ó Sasha answered, embarrassed at the question and
doubly so now that she saw her daughter advancing toward them, listening
intently.
ÒTake off such covering as you have. Stow it in these lockers,Ó
Gwen said to the couple. She took her hand off BradÕs crotch and pointed
to a smaller dresser standing in one corner. ÒYouÕll find locks in there
and, if you need them, condoms and jelly. The keys to the locks come with
little bands that you can use to hang your key around your wrist. And
thereÕs a little black leather pouch attached to the band. Here, IÕll show
you,Ó Gwen said. She walked over to the dresser. She opened the top
drawer. Cindy, peering close, saw several locks. There were keys to go
with them, each one attached to a small elastic band that also bore a
little pouch, which hung beside the key. ÒPush the key into the pouch.
Then you wonÕt cut anyone with it when things get going,Ó Gwen said. She
picked up a key and demonstrated how it could be fitted inside the pouch.
Sasha nodded, as did Cindy and Brad. ÒIÕll leave you three to undress,Ó
Gwen said. ÒIÕve got to tend the elevator to make sure we donÕt have any
unwanted visitors. San Clemente is where Richard Nixon retired, after all.
ItÕs not quite as liberal as L.A.Ó
ÒPity,Ó Brad said.
ÒIÕm sure weÕll manage to have fun all the same,Ó Gwen smiled.
ÒYes,Ó Brad grinned.
Gwen left, leaving Cindy anxiously curious.
ÒTake off your blouse,Ó CindyÕs mom told her, as Brad moved behind
her to help her out of her cloak.
ÒBut mom! If I take off my dress theyÕll see my tits! And my bush!Ó
Cindy cried. There was alarm in her voice, and it increased to a childishly
high pitch as she spoke, for as she did she watched her mother step out of
her cloak. Beneath she wore only the black leather halter, with the tiny
cotton bra, and the Indian belt bib and gloves and boots. And her collar, of
course, which held her chin high, and her blindfold, which kept her identity
a secret, no matter what depredations she might suffer lower down.
ÒYes, dear, they will see your tits and your bush, and your bottom
too,Ó Sasha added. She frowned, for had they not discussed what sort of
party this would be, and what would be required? She was feeling
exhilarated now, and the idea that her daughter would get cold feet, much
as she loved her, made her a little cross. Brad was delightfully handsome,
and his cock was bulging with a promise Sasha had not expected.
Moreover, Sasha had lately discovered that she was not immune to the
charms of women, and Gwen was lovely beyond belief. She could only
imagine what the other guests were like, and for her daughter to insist on
coming only to have to be taken home again would spoil everything. For in
a party such as this, one cannot, as Sasha had so recently learned, arrive
late. Fashionably late, yes. But once things got underway the door had to
be locked, for everyone must be on the same wavelength. One could not
admit clothed guests to a party where, say, a woman was naked and having
something rammed up her ass, while others sucked cream from her tits.
They were already close to the last to arrive and to leave now would mean
missing everything. Such a group might gather again but, in the swirl of
modern L.A., it might not. Sasha, for all her beauty, might not again get an
invitation to see Gwen, especially if she showed up with a daughter who
then promptly had to go home. Besides guests with diseases, or ugly
guests, or guests that were two old, or guests who talked, there was one
other class of guest that was not invited to parties like this: guests with
bad judgement. Men who drank too much, and became garrulous, or,
doubtless, women who brought underage daughters who were clearly too
young for such affairs. ÒYou must show what you have. ItÕs that kind of
thing,Ó Sasha explained to her daughter. Cindy thought a moment and then
let out a big sigh.
ÒOh, awright,Ó Cindy said, with, unbeknownst to her mother, much
the same sort of voice and sigh that sheÕd given just before sucking the
cocks of boys. She pulled up her blouse, doing it with a kind of sudden
eagerness now, as if she were about to go swimming.
ÒYou may take off your shoes too, if you think you might fall down in
them,Ó Sasha told her daughter.
ÒI wonÕt fall down,Ó Cindy said.
ÒSheÕll just fall,Ó Brad said hopefully. Sasha frowned at the man as
he hung up her cloak for her. Then he promptly unzipped himself, and to
the eager delight of the two females he drew out, much to his own relief,
his sizeable ten inch cock.
ÒWow! YouÕre bigger than the boys IÕve sucked,Ó Cindy said with
childish glee.
ÒCindy!Ó Sasha cried. The girl blushed. Brad raised an eyebrow.
ÒSorry, mom,Ó Cindy said. Brad walked to the toilet. He was about
to piss in it when, looking down into the bowl, he saw a yellow tint to the
water and a crumpled tissue floating there.
ÒHey. You forgot to flush,Ó Brad said to Cindy.
ÒOoops!Ó Cindy said. Sasha walked over to the girl. She ran her
hands through the hair on her head and then reached down and gave her
daughter a smack on her bare behind.
ÒOW!Ó Cindy cried.
ÒNext time flush,Ó Sasha said to her daughter.
ÒItÕs alright. SheÕs just a little girl,Ó Brad said, releasing his pee to
commingle with CindyÕs in the bowl.
ÒI hope you remember that later tonight,Ó Sasha said.
ÒTell that to the other guys,Ó Brad said. He was holding himself,
aiming into the bowl, and the thought of little Cindy standing naked behind
him made him want to rub himself, it was so exciting. She was a virgin!
He couldnÕt believe his good fortune in escorting not only a lovely blonde
but her daughter to this party. The girl was only 24, if she had been any
older she surely would have never allowed her daughter to attend
something like this. But she was still a curious young mare herself, and
unable to stop her pesky little daughter from prying into her affairs. It
was delightful to think he might actually get to fuck the girl-- if he didnÕt
lose himself here and now in this toilet! And Gwen, the hostess-- God
what a hot babe! He had managed to control himself as she felt him, along
with Sasha, but it had taken more effort than he let on. Just looking at
her, he knew the woman could be cruel as well as kind. What sort of
decadent delights did she have planned for the evening, he wondered?
Again he felt the urge to rub himself. He was a horny dog let into a party
full of other horn dogs like himself and luscious bitches in heat, including
a little one who still didnÕt understand her own feelings. It was like Eden,
except with black leather and the promise of punishment for his date!
When Brad had finished peeing he flushed the toilet, for both himself
and Cindy. As the girlÕs used tissue scooted down into the plumbing he
returned to the two females. They were waiting for him with eager hands.
They helped him undress, marvelling all the while at his endowment. He
himself gazed with appreciation at their charms, which wiggled freely
before him now, for Cindy was utterly naked, save for her stockings and
shoes, and Sasha, clad in black leather, had since removed her only
meaningful covering, the teensy cloth bra, which she had hung up in the
locker next to her cloak. When he was naked Sasha went over to the
dresser. Gwen had said nothing about it, but at another party she had
found interesting things in the bottom drawer. She opened it, and there
she spied a little leather thong. She pulled it out and to her delight it had
a hole in the front of it, obviously for a dildo or a manÕs cock. She walked
over to Brad.
ÒHere. I want you to put this on,Ó Sasha said to Brad. The man
looked surprised. He examined the thong with a measure of anxiety. Then
he said,
ÒI canÕt wear this. ThereÕs no pouch for my balls.Ó
ÒJust shove them to one side,Ó Sasha said. ÒGo ahead. Put it on. IÕm
in leather and you should know you canÕt be totally naked, not this early in
the party. ItÕs gauche.Ó Suddenly, the door opened. Gwen stepped into the
room.
ÒI donÕt think anyone else is coming,Ó Gwen said. ÒOr if they are,
itÕs going to be too late for them. IÕve locked the door. I want to get
going.Ó She saw that Cindy was naked, and smiled, then saw that Sasha
was delightfully covered or, rather, uncovered in leather, and that Brad
was even more deliciously wearing only his birthday suit.
ÒWeÕre arguing over whether or not he should put on a thong,Ó CindyÕs
mom said to Gwen. The woman smiled.
ÒI suppose he could come out covered in oil,Ó Gwen said. She walked
up to the man from behind and wrapped her arms around him, clasping his
strong chest muscles with her pretty fingers. But her eyes were lower,
watching the bob of his heavy naked cock as it stood erectly in the air.
ÒI hadnÕt really thought about what I would wear,Ó Brad said.
ÒHow many parties like this have you been to, Brad?Ó Gwen asked.
The man blushed.
ÒUh, not that many,Ó Brad said, after a moment.
ÒIs this your first bondage party?Ó Gwen asked Brad. The man, who
looked about 30, reddened more. Then he confessed, ÒYes it is. I met Dave
last week and, well, he heard I was from Utah and so he said I was the
perfect--Ó
ÒAnd you were so suave when I met you!Ó Sasha exclaimed. Even
little Cindy looked surprised, standing before Brad in her altogether with
one foot crossed over the other, like a child contemplating jumping in the
deep section of a pool.
ÒI did my best,Ó Brad said.
ÒHave you ever been whipped, Brad?Ó Gwen asked the man. His face
turned red.
ÒN- No,Ó he said.
ÒThen you hardly know anything about whipping others, do you?Ó
Gwen asked him. Her hands slid slowly down his chest to his belly, then
past his navel to his groin, to the growth of his pubic hair. Of a sudden
she clasped his cock, right at the root, seemingly half-controlling his
erection now as it bobbled out beyond the grip of her hands.
ÒI- I guess not,Ó Brad said.
ÒThereÕs only one way to learn,Ó Gwen said. ÒI will teach you.Ó She
looked at CindyÕs mom. ÒYou deserve a trained master, dear. You will
accompany Brad but I will handle the difficult parts of your evening.Ó
Cindy blinked and looked from Sasha to her mother.
ÒYes,Ó CindyÕs mom said meekly.
ÒHave you ever been whipped by a woman?Ó Gwen asked CindyÕs mom.
The young blonde shook her head ÔnoÕ. ÒTurn around. Let me see your ass,Ó
Gwen said to Sasha. Obediently Sasha turned. ÒOpen yourself,Ó Gwen said,
and to CindyÕs astonishment, perhaps forgetting entirely that her daughter
was there, Sasha reached back behind herself and, pushing aside the rear
bib of her outfit, pulled apart her ass cheeks.
ÒYou have taken cock there?Ó Gwen asked Sasha.
ÒYes,Ó Sasha answered meekly.
ÒMom!Ó Cindy cried, breaking the erotic reverie of the moment. At
once Sasha let go of her hinds, blushed and turned. Gwen frowned at the
little girl.
ÒYou obviously require training, as does your mother,Ó Sasha said.
She looked at CindyÕs mom. ÒAs your mistress I require to be called
maÕam at all times. You live to serve me this evening. And since I am a
woman, and your daughter is proving a bit unruly, I shall be her mistress
too. This is your first test. While I undress, I want you both to stand side
by side, your backs to me, and bend over. Put your hands on your bottoms
and pull the cheeks apart. DonÕt be shy. Show me your most intimate
region, yes, more intimate than your pussies, for does not a girl who has
surrendered her pussy still hold back on letting her ass be penetrated? Do
it now! DonÕt make me wait or IÕll eject you both from the party. ItÕs
raining outside now, quite hard. It would be a fit punishment to put you
two wet noodles out into the rain where you belong.Ó
ÒOh, God! I canÕt do that!Ó Sasha cried.
ÒThis evening is all about doing what you think you cannot. You
should have known that before coming,Ó Gwen answered. Brad, who
seemed delighted at the turn of affairs, if only because it was allowing
him to escape the tight-looking thong, went behind Gwen. He began
unzipping her tight black leather dress, and she did not stop him.
Sasha might have sacrificed her interest in the party at that
moment, but it was her daughter who saved her. With a mixture of
curiosity and fear, lest she should spoil her motherÕs evening, she turned
her back to Gwen. Then she bent over, and with only the humor that a
junior high student could muster, pulling the halves of her high sweet
bottom apart, she said, quite loudly,
ÒFART!Ó Or, rather, she made the sound, with a loud gleeful buzz of
her lips.
Brad, who was unzipping Gwen, had to stop and laugh. Gwen frowned.
Sasha, with embarrassment, laughed, as did her daughter.
ÒDonÕt fart at me, little girl,Ó Gwen said. Sasha paled fearfully.
Cindy felt herself shiver, with both fright and a kind of eerie delight.
ÒDo as your daughter is doing,Ó Gwen ordered Sasha.
ÒI--Ó Sasha began, putting her hand to her mouth and looking
anxiously at her daughter, who remained bent over, eager to make another
farting noise.
ÒDo it for Dave,Ó Brad said, having recovered himself from laughing.
ÒHe will want a good report of you.Ó And so Sasha did, with much
embarrassment. She turned her back again to Gwen and opened her behind
for her, and this time she bent forward, and remained standing that way,
as Gwen, helped by Brad, got out of her gown. Then the door to the little
room opened and someone came in.
ÒOh! I didnÕt know you were undressing,Ó a woman said.
ÒPlease, come in,Ó Gwen answered. ÒTwo of my newest guests are
just getting a little training.Ó
ÒOh! Are they to be whipped?Ó the woman asked.
ÒNot yet, though the older one certainly deserves it,Ó Gwen said.
ÒYou may stand,Ó she told Cindy and her mother. With a great deal of
relief, matched only by their embarrassment, the two young women stood
up and let go of themselves. They turned, and found that Gwen had
stripped down to a black leather outfit. A halter hugged her torso,
circling her breasts and setting them off from her white porcelain frame.
Like SashaÕs, it did nothing to lift her sizeable gourds, which wasnÕt
required anyway, since she was young and her tits were high and firm.
Neither did the halter conceal her tits, which meant that her nipples were
left to whatever depredations the guests might care to give them. Panties
hugged her waist, but upon closer inspection they did not cover her pussy
lips but rather caused them to extrude, squeezing them out between a slit
that was left in the leather. Upon closer inspection, in fact, Sasha
realized that her hostessÕ panties, although black like her halter, were in
fact rubber, gripping her cunt lips more tightly and offering them even
more fully. Below this Gwen wore boots, high leather ones that flared a
bit at the tops of her thighs, like boots a cowboy might use to ride a
horse, except much taller. As a result of the flare in the boots Gwen was
forced to hold her legs a little apart, which meant that the view of her
cunt between her legs was all the more easy. Gwen turned, smiling as she
showed herself to Sasha and her daughter. Her own ass was as perfect as
her guestsÕ, high and round and split delectable between, a fact the
panties she wore did not hide, for they were thong panties and ran up
inbetween her bottom crack rather than covering it. As if in a kind of
riposte, Gwen bent forward and reached back behind herself. She opened
her ass to her guests, baring the fact of her thong that split her. She
looked over her shoulder at Sasha, saying nothing, letting her eyes convey
her erotic desire for CindyÕs mother. Then she stood erect, her slender
back straight and perfect.
ÒWhat was that all about?Ó Brad asked.
ÒYou need to get into your thong,Ó Gwen told the man.
ÒBut it doesnÕt have a pouch for my balls,Ó Brad said, repeating the
protest heÕd given earlier to Sasha as the young mother, excited, bent and
picked up the seemingly discarded thong off one of the low wooden
benches that was in the room.
ÒJust shove your balls to one side,Ó Gwen told Brad. Sasha stepped
forward and made the man take the thong. He looked at it, holding the tiny
bit of black material in his hand.
ÒIt looks uncomfortable,Ó Brad said.
ÒSoÕs a whip,Ó Gwen answered.
Grudgingly, Brad stepped into the leg holes of the thong. He pulled
the garment up, finding it difficult to get around his hips, despite their
sexy slenderness. Then Gwen reached forward and took hold of his
substantial prick. He almost came in her hands as she ruthlessly bent his
erection until she managed to get the thing to go through the hole at the
front of BradÕs thong. He looked at himself sticking out the front of the
tiny panties he was wearing. His balls never had a chance; the base of the
thong just naturally hugged up next to his crotch on the right side, letting
them hang free.
ÒWhat good is this?Ó Brad asked.
ÒItÕs sexy,Ó Gwen smiled.
ÒYes!Ó Cindy agreed, for the thing set off BradÕs cock and made the
red of its flesh all the more evident, even moreso with the sight of his
swimsuit line against his skin, where his tan line gave way to the
paleness of his groin.
ÒYou look like youÕve got a red flag pole,Ó Sasha giggled. She was
glad she had found the panties for him.
All this time, intermittently, the young woman who had let herself
into the room was undressing. Although she was late someone at the party
had dared to go to the door and let her in, and there was a man with her,
and he undressed as well, alongside her, the two of them nearly naked now.
Gwen turned to them.
ÒIÕm glad you could make it,Ó Gwen said. ÒMy name is Gwen, and IÕll
be your hostess for this evening. I see youÕre already almost out of your
clothes. Good. Just hang them in a locker. There are keys in the dresser
over there. And oh-- itÕs a masked ball,Ó she said. ÒYouÕll both need
masks, which are in the dresserÕs middle drawer. WeÕll need them too,Ó
Gwen said. She saw that Sasha was already masked, and said, ÒNice. I see
youÕre prepared. I guess just Cindy and Brad and I will need masks.Ó
ÒCindyÕs blindfold has eye flaps that can be unsnapped,Ó Sasha said.
She got the girlÕs blindfold and unsnapped the coverings over the eye holes.
Then, bending down, she told Cindy to hold still and she put the mask on
her daughter.
ÒYou two have come quite well prepared after all,Ó Gwen said. She
got a mask for herself out of the dresser. Brad tied it on. Then she got
one for Brad and tied it on him, all the while saying to the new couple,
ÒThereÕs condoms and jelly in here if you need them. IÕll show you how to
put the keys into the little pouches that come with them.Ó
The woman who was new, a redhead who was about 23, came over to
the dresser. She was naked now, and she opened a drawer and saw the
condoms and jelly. The condoms were all different colors, like a little
rainbow stowed in the drawer. The jelly was KY.
ÒOh, Good. This is so exciting! I donÕt think we can wait,Ó the
redhead said of herself and her lover. Smiling, she pulled out a tube of KY.
She unscrewed the lid and set it atop the dresser, then proceeded to squirt
her loverÕs sizeable cock with it.
ÒFeel free,Ó Gwen said, seeing what they intended. ÒThis room is for
emergencies as well as undressing, or you can use any of my three
bedrooms.Ó
Despite the beauty of the three blondes in the room, the man with
the redhead was consumed with her, and with what she was doing to his
penis. He watched her grease him up and then, trembling, his cock stiff
and still poised in her hands, or, rather, sticking through them and
prodding her gently against her flat belly, he said,
ÒHow do you want it?Ó
ÒBehind this time,Ó the redhead gasped.
ÒOooh!Ó Gwen said. ÒWe should have you sit on our cake later, to ice
it.Ó The redhead turned and knelt on the bench. It was made of wood, but
she seemed not to mind, arching her bottom up so her boyfriend, straddling
the bench behind her, could get at it. He aimed not for her cunt but instead
between the cheeks of her bottom, and Sasha shot Cindy a meaningful look
as the redhead, letting out a gasp, felt her lover push himself inbetween
her ass cheeks. ÒMay we stay and watch?Ó Gwen asked.
ÒOnly if you donÕt make me ice your cake with what he puts into me,Ó
the redhead said, laughing slightly, a nervousness in her voice. Suddenly
she let out a sharp ÒAHH!Ó and the man grunted and was in her, shoving
himself through her rosette, driving now not just inbetween her cheeks
but into her bottom proper. CindyÕs hands flew to her own behind as she
watched. It was so awful, and yet so wonderful! She couldnÕt take her
eyes off the sight of the manÕs big cock driving in, making the redhead
shout.
ÒYou will most certainly ice my cake with what he puts into you,Ó
Gwen said. ÒEspecially if he forced you to take an enema before coming
here, so youÕd be nice and clean for what heÕs now offering you.Ó
ÒI did,Ó the lover said, keeping his eyes on the behind of the woman
he was now inside but clearly loving being able to talk to Gwen while he
did it.
ÒCindy, I want you to practise your counting,Ó Gwen said, turning to
SashaÕs daughter. ÒCount aloud the strokes this young man gives his
lover.Ó
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó Cindy said, remembering to call Gwen by the honorific
she had chosen for the evening. The woman smiled at Cindy and said,
ÒYou learn quickly, my dear. You shall do well.Ó
CindyÕs high childish voice counted out the strokes the man gave his
lover, while Brad, watching, could barely keep his own hands from joining
in the fun, rubbing his dong until he spurted along with the man. Cindy hit
nineteen when the man suddenly lost himself and filled his loverÕs guts
with his sperm. The redhead cried aloud, shoving her ass back, despite the
obvious pain of the penetration, to take all he had to offer. She blushed as
she did so, not only from doing it, or being seen doing it, but from the
knowledge that Gwen would make her shit it all back out again, on top of a
cake, at that! When the two lovers had finished Gwen, seeing the way Brad
was sticking forth so urgently, and the way little Cindy seemed to want to
wiggle her fingers between her legs, and the way her mother was ardently
stroking her thighs, said,
ÒWe should go join the party now.Ó And so they left, leaving the
redhead and her lover to whatever other delights they might wish to share,
or so it seemed, for at the last moment Gwen turned around and said,
ÒReport to the kitchen, my dear. IÕm serious about needing my cake iced.Ó
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó the redhead answered.
ÒI donÕt think I want to eat any of your cake,Ó Cindy said to Gwen
once they had left the room. The woman looked down at the little girl and
took her hand.
ÒPerhaps you would prefer to help ice it?Ó Gwen asked.
ÒNooo,Ó Cindy said. The conversation might have gone further but
just then they reached the main party room. Standing outside it was a
woman, who was quite beautiful, and dressed in a black leather halter and
long fishnet stockings, which had bands around their tops to keep them
from falling down or needing garters. She was passing out feathers. They
were big long ostrich feathers and Gwen had previously tasked her with
this job. She handed one to Brad, then one to Sasha, then Cindy and Gwen.
When the foursome entered the party room Cindy quickly found a use for
her feather, or rather it was demonstrated to her, for someone, passing
close, brushed her ass with it.
ÒOoooh!Ó Cindy cried. No sooner had she let out a shout than someone
did the same to Brad, and he croaked and nearly shot off on the person. It
was a woman, and, like every other female in the room, she was masked
and wearing a halter which did nothing to hide her breasts. At the same
time she wore boots but not panties, and so Brad, seeing her vulnerability,
immediately retaliated, tickling her between her legs and making her
laugh, and wetting the tip of his feather.
SashaÕs bib was no protection for her pussy, as she quickly found
out. A man approached her and began an innocuous conversation with her.
She found him impressive, most especially his cock, which rivalled BradÕs
in size and which stuck out of his groin with a black leather ring around
the middle of it, his only piece of clothing. As he spoke to her,
complimenting her halter, he insinuated his own feather, for everyone had
one, under her front bib. Sasha felt the tip suddenly touch her and she
gasped. She nearly dropped her own feather before realizing that she
could do the same: she tickled the man with her feather as he continued to
make her gasp with his.
Except for the introduction to the game, which could come as a bit of
a shock, there was no urgency to the sport. People conversed, and drank
wine, and slyly stimulated each other with their feathers, bringing forth
small giggles and gasps amidst the hubbub of conversation. Cindy had to
be constrained from dashing about the room tickling up all the menÕs
cocks, once she realized the fun of the sport, but other than that all was
quiet bliss, and delicate aggravation, and even little Cindy, settling down,
contented herself with the slow arousal of the cock of a handsome man
who took a liking to her. His name was Steven. He had dark hair and was
tall and had a goatee to compliment his pubic hair, which Cindy liked very
much. He was at least 30 but Cindy didnÕt mind, for all seemed to be
poised on the brink of transgression anyway, and his age only piqued her
ardor and curiosity.
ÒYou have a fine bottom,Ó the man said, after a while.
ÒIs that a compliment?Ó Cindy asked.
ÒItÕs meant to be,Ó Steven answered.
ÒYou have a cute ass too,Ó Cindy answered.
ÒTurn around. Let me see you more completely,Ó the man said.
ÒDonÕt tickle me,Ó Cindy said, and turned, holding her feather, which
accidentally bumped the prick of another man who had been passing behind
her. ÒOh! Sowwy,Ó Cindy said, abashed, as she felt StevenÕs eyes dart
down to her behind.
ÒYou can do more than tickle it with a feather if you want to,Ó the
man told Cindy, of his cock. It was hard and there was a drop of precum at
its tip. Cindy looked at it and licked her lips. The man studying her behind
looked over her shoulder at her new acquaintance.
ÒPerhaps we should repair to a bedroom,Ó the man said to CindyÕs
new friend, and the other man nodded.
ÒBut her mother is here,Ó the man said.
ÒWeÕll ask her, then,Ó Steven replied. He took CindyÕs hand. He did
not ask, he simply grabbed it, and Cindy was impressed, if momentarily
frightened. The next thing she knew the other man had taken her other
hand, prying her feather loose and letting it fall to the floor.
ÒHey! My feather!Ó Cindy cried, looking back over her shoulder.
ÒWeÕll get it later,Ó her new acquaintance, whom she had licked her
lips over, replied. Together the two men found Sasha and presented
themselves to her. CindyÕs newest acquaintance proved to have the name
of Jeffrey, which she learned as he introduced himself to her mom.
ÒWe would like to repair to a bedroom with your daughter,Ó Steven
said, all politeness in his demeanor, despite the way his cock was sticking
out at CindyÕs mom.
ÒOh?Ó Sasha replied. She had the cock of a man whose name she
didnÕt know in her hand at just that moment, and was fingering his length
as she spoke to him. He looked at little Cindy, and Sasha felt her
conversationalistÕs cock quiver in her palm. ÒMy daughter is a virgin,Ó
Sasha said to Steven and Jeffrey.
ÒWe will be gentle,Ó Steven answered.
ÒCan I, mom?Ó Cindy asked, clearly untutored in what she was asking
about, as if she were asking to go to the movies.
ÒAlright, if you wish dear,Ó Sasha answered. She knew it was the
wrong answer to give but the cock she was holding in her hand was driving
her crazy. It was wonderfully thick and big. It would be painful to take it,
but she didnÕt care. She was too excited to care about anything any more,
here in this room with its leather clad beautiful people, all of them armed
with feathers and not hesitant about attacking each otherÕs most private
places with them. ÒGo ahead,Ó Sasha replied. The two men looked
responsible enough, for a party like this anyway. With her daughter out of
the way Sasha could have some real fun, perhaps join this man she was
holding in a bedroom of her own. Steven gave a slight bow.
ÒThank you, maÕam,Ó Steven said, and put his hand to his forehead, as
if tipping his hat to CindyÕs mom. Then he turned, and Jeffrey, awkwardly
copying him, turned a moment later, and they walked off with Cindy
between them.
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