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She was a little bit drunk and she gets very gushy when she has had too much to drink. “If you are a first time guest, you get in for free.” “And you get free Big Boobs drinks for the evening,” Dianne said excitedly. That surprised me. Dianne is normally so cool and reserved. She never lets her emotions show. This had to be a really interesting club. “What kind of a club is it?” I asked. “One that is exactly what you dream of,” Shelly said, grabbing my hands and staring into my eyes as she said it. I always get a little mushy inside when she does that. I have always thought of myself as straight and not at all kinky, but when she does that, I feel like I should kiss her... or let her kiss me... or throw myself flat on the ground at her feet with my face to the ground. I don’t know where those thoughts come from, but they pop into my head whenever she stares at me like that. And then I get all wet... and ashamed that I’m trembling like a whore in heat... and I get even wetter because of my shame. I’m not that way normally. It’s like she casts a spell over me and brings out a whole different me. She often does that to me just before they leave. She will grab my hands, stare into my eyes, and tell me to make sure I finish the laundry or whatever while they are gone. I always just look down at the floor and mumble something like “Yes, ma’am.” I can hear them laughing as the door closes and I can feel my face flushing red with shame. But as soon as I masturbation am sure that they are gone, I flop onto the floor and rub myself to orgasm thinking about Shelly’s black eyes burning their way through me. Her eyes are actually dark brown, but for some reason I always remember them as deep black after she has been staring at me. “OK,” I finally answered, “but I’m not sure I have anything to wear.” All five girls began laughing and the twins said in unison, “Don’t worry, ma salope, no one will notice what you are wearing.” I should have said no. I should have said I didn’t want to go with them. I should have said that, but I didn’t because I really did want to go with them. I wanted to be accepted by them and their friends... even if it was just as their maid or servant or whatever. So I said, “Count me in.” Then I asked, “When are we going?” Dianne answered, “Tomorrow night.” Shelly smiled at me and said, “Actually that’s tonight, but it’s tomorrow after we sleep off last night.” She shook her head, gave me a really weird smile, and then said, “It’d be a lot easier if our days started at noon.” “Yours usually do,” Margi said, and everyone laughed... except me. I was too scared to laugh. They were taking me to a club with them. I barely slept the rest of that night... or morning... or whatever. A little after two the next afternoon, Shelly wandered out of her room into the kitchen where I was working and slowly turned me so I was facing her. “We want you to make a good impression tonight, so I think you should take a long hot bath and make sure that you are freshly shaved.” She stared into my eyes and added in a deep voice, “. everywhere. I don’t want to see even a hint of hair anywhere below your neck.” I swallowed hard and said, “Yes, ma’am.” She smiled at me and said, “Use a half-bottle of baby oil in that hot bathwater so your skin gets all soft and smooth.” She started to turn, but then turned back babe to face me and said, almost harshly, “And make sure you thoroughly clean the tub afterwards. You don’t want any of us slipping when we take our showers, do you?” I stood there vibrating and mumbled, “Yes, ma’am... I mean no, ma’am... I mean yes, I will use baby oil and yes, I will clean the tub and no, I don’t want any of you falling and hurting yourselves.” She laughed slowly and again gave me that black-eyed look. Her long pink ears clutched in his hand as he fucked her from behind. “NO, DADDY PLEASE, DON’T…” my breath catches as he forces himself inside me. I let out a scream as I feel him tear through my hymen as if it were a sheet of paper. He wanted me to deep throat it and was surprised that I was able to with hardly any gagging. “What is that?” Did that happen later? I said yes that would be great. This masturbation G-string was another indication to the kind of woman that was screaming to be let out! I grinned, feeling like a million bucks. While her sister engulfed my cock, my youngest moaned, “Oh, Daddy, did you like it? The spanking, I mean." Smiling, Grace carefully straddled the bench and lowered herself onto the brunette's face. The eye shadow I applied, babe as little as it The place was Big Boobs only about half-full, so they took a table close to the stage and runway, which the long bar curved around. From a magic circle in a barred off room. It was at this point he stretched to remove his T-shirt and placed it in the locker. It was an incredible delight.