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Friday, January 11
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Friday, January 11 My name is Liz, and this is my version of the<b> events </font></b>of today. Peter was in a great mood when he got home. We were off to a excellent start at the firm for the new year, and we were in the process of adding to our work "family". Which meant relief for him. We were sitting at the table. He kissed us each, tenderly, held our faces, told us he loved us. So much. Then he went in to change. He came out wearing an argyle sweater and jeans. I looked at him, I loved looking at him. Stacy had made a drink, handed it to him. He raised it in a mock toast, took a sip. "What's for dinner?", he said. "It smells delicious!" "I made a meatloaf", Stacy said. "I figured with the snow coming we could use some comfort food." "And you'll need the stamina", Bailey said. I smiled. We had already discussed our evening's plans. Bailey planned to dominate Peter. We could watch, which meant we would, at some point, help. Over dinner, Peter asked one of his piercing questions. "If you could change one thing that would make the world a better place, what would it be?", he said. We talked about kindness, generosity, caring. They were all good concepts. Finally Bailey spoke up. "I would get rid of social media", she said. "Tell me more", Peter said. "I see it all the time", Bailey said. "I get these resumes from young people who want to get into our business. They think it's easy. Except they have no written communication skills. They can't complete sentences, and they have a sense of entitlement. Written communication is supposed to be about how you express your thoughts. If you're thoughts are that shallow..." "My tells me it's how get bullied these days", Stacy said. "He says that what people say to each other on social media is just awful." "So, what you're saying is that social media isn't all that social?", Peter said. "In fact, it's anti-social?" "Good one", I said. We laughed, which cleared the tension. Not that we have a lot of tension. Dinner was over, Peter helped me clean up. Bailey and Stacy went to change. Bailey came out wearing nothing but black, knee high leather boots. She had a riding crop in her hand. I looked at her and immediately got wet. "Are you ready, Peter?" she said. Peter looked at her and smiled. I ran my hand between his legs. He was getting hard. Stacy walked over to him, took off his rubber gloves. She wore red, a garter, stockings and heels. No bra. She led him by the belt buckle downstairs. I went in to change. I chose white. When I got down the to what we called the Pleasure Palace, Stacy had his sweater off, his jeans around his ankles, and was squatting in front of him, his cock buried in the back of her throat. "We're going to edge you tonight", Bailey was saying. "We're going to get you close to coming over and over. All the while, you'll be giving us orgasms. I hope you've been doing your tongue exercises." I had to smile. Bailey was a very convincing dominatrix. It was a role she played very well. And we loved it. Peter did as he was told. He ate us, licked us, rimmed us, fucked us. He was able to hold out for almost three hours, his cock fully erect the entire time. Finally, she strapped him to the table in the middle of the room. He was on his back. We took turns sucking him. I watched Bailey take him deep into her mouth, then it was my turn. I loved how he felt in the back of my throat. Stacy fingered us to another orgasm. Then Bailey spit on his cock and started stroking him. He exploded all over his naked torso. It was an incredible turn on to see him ejaculate, to watch him writhe against the restraints. When his orgasm had subsided, we received the final instruction for the evening. "Clean him up, Ladies", Bailey said. "Use your tongues." She went upstairs. We shared his semen. We undid his restraints. Stacy picked up his clothes, and we led him upstairs. Exhausted.  |
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