Date: Sat, 2 Jan 2010 23:36:29 EST
From: Mikeallanb@aol.com
Subject: The offer - F/f, b/d by JYM

The offer was as simple as it was shocking.  And very tempting.  I was out
working in the yard one hot  July afternoon when one of my neighbors dropped
by.  I'll call her Hanna to protect the  guilty.  Hanna is a wealthy woman
in  her early forties.  She made her  money in the shoe business and sold
out two years ago to a foreign competitor  for enough to live comfortably for
a dozen lifetimes.  I've often wondered why she stayed in  our neighborhood
of relatively modest homes.  Hanna is an attractive, fit woman with  dark
hair and olive skin.  She's not  tall, maybe 5'6", and she's very fit.
Attractive without being flashy.  She has a nice figure and long, sleek legs.
My husband thinks she's sexy for an  `older' woman.
I was kind of surprised to see her come through the gate  into my back
yard.  We've known each  other for a few years but haven't been really close.
We chat once in a while when we see each  other outside, but that's about
it.  I was working in the garden when I heard the gate open and I was a little
 concerned until I saw Hanna.  I  stood up and wiped my hands on the legs
of my shorts.  Hanna smiled and said, "Hello Jill, how  are you today?"  I
returned her  smile.  "Hello Hanna.  I'm fine, how are you?  Won't you sit
and talk for a few  minutes?"  I gestured at the patio  chairs and we each
took a seat.  We  chatted for a while before Hanna made the offer.
It's no secret in the neighborhood that things haven't  been going well
for us.  Jim's  business has been struggling for a couple of years, but he's
on the verge of  turning it around.  He only needs a  few months, six or
eight, to be secure again.  Just a few months more without pressure  and we'll
be okay.  I guess Hanna  knew that and decided to take advantage.  Before I
reveal her off I should tell you a little about myself.  My name is Jill
Ashton, I'm thirty-one  years old, and have been married for 9 years.  We have
two children, eight-year-old  twins who were away at summer camp at the
time.  I'm a tall, athletic blonde with a good  figure (34c-26-35) and long,
very nice legs.  I'm not beautiful, at least I don't  think of myself as a
beauty, but I am attractive.  My legs are my best feature, long and  sleek,
nicely curve with firm thighs and delicately sculpted knees.  I'm not a prude,
but I have always been  a little conservative.  But I do  like to show off
my legs.
Anyway, Hanna's offer took me by surprise.  She said she was having a group
of  friends over the following afternoon for a garden party.  Hanna's
backyard is fenced and  well-planted with shrubbery and is totally private, a
good place for to have a  party in the summer.  She asked me  if I would be
willing to tend bar.  She had already hired a college girl to be the
waitress/barmaid.  Before I could say a word she continued  on.  "And I'll pay you
$500.  How about it?"  I was stunned.  $500 for a few hours work?  Even in our
neighborhood that was very  good money indeed!  I told her I'd  think about
it.  I tried to act  cool, but $500 would be a big help to us.  Hanna said,
"Fine, call me and let me know.  By 5 p.m. today please.  Oh, by the way,
you'd have to work  nude."
I'd turned to look out into the garden and it was good  that I had because
it kept her from seeing the look of shock on my face.  I turned back and
said, "Oh, I don't  think...."
She cut me off.  "$1,000, Take it or leave it."  Her offer took my breath
away.  How could I turn down a thousand dollars?  It would mean so much.  I
wouldn't be able to tell Jim, but I  could feed the money into the household
budget over a few weeks.  I glanced at the garden once more, then  back at
Hanna.  "Ok," I said in a  whisper.  "I'll do  it."
Hanna smiled, "Fine, but first I want to see what my  guests will see."
She leaned back  with an expectant look on her face.  "And you can serve me a
drink after you've taken your clothes off.  Sort of a  tryout."
I got up and walked over to the edge of the patio.  It was decision time.
I knew from the look in Hanna's eyes  that there was more to her offer than
just bartending nude.  And, shockingly, I found myself becoming  excited.  I
turned back and faced  Hanna, staring at the fence behind her as I peeled
my T-shirt off over my  head.  Then I unsnapped my shorts  and eased them
down over my hips.  As they fell around my ankles I bent and untied my work
boots.  I eased my work boots off, then took my  shorts and dropped them on top
of the low stone wall surrounding the patio.  I straightened up and faced
Hanna  wearing my plain cotton underwear and my socks.  She smiled and said, "
Leave the socks  on.  You'll be sexier than if you  were totally nude."  I
nodded as I  reached back to unhook my bra.  My  breasts fell free and I
blushed as I tossed my bra on top of my shorts.  My breasts are firm with no
trace of  sag.  They're not really big  (c-cup), but they are pretty and my
small, dark nipples are very sensitive.  Hanna chuckled when I blushed,
causing  me to blush even more.  Then I took  a deep breath and hooked my thumbs
into the waistband of my panties.  One quick move and then were down around
my ankles.  I stepped out of them  and glanced at Hanna.  "What would  you
like to drink, ma'am?"  I tried  to sound like a barmaid.  Polite,  but
impersonal.  Hanna grinned and  said, "Gin and Tonic."
I went inside and mixed her drink.  Then I put it on a small black tray
with  a napkin and carried it out to her.  I set the napkin on the table,
placed the glass on it, and said, "Here  you are ma'am.  Will there be  anything
else?"  Hanna smiled and  shook her head.  "No, you've done  very well."
I thanked her and  started to turn away, intending to put my clothes back
on, but she touched my  hip with the tips of her fingers and said, "Wait.  Don
't rush away."  I stood there and waited while she  tasted her drink.  Her
hand still  resting lightly on my hip.  Her  touch was strangely....... not
unwelcome.  She nodded her approval and set the glass down.  Then she
looked up at me.  "Jill, how long has it been since Jim  fucked you?"  I stared
at the fence  and whispered, "Six weeks."  It  never occurred to me not to
answer.  I wasn't Jill the devoted wife and mother anymore.  I was away in a
different world.  A world where I was Jill the nude  barmaid.
Hanna pushed her chair back from the patio table and then  told me to turn
and face the table.  I did as she asked and she told me to put my hands flat
on the table and  spread my feet a comfortable distance apart.  Again, I
did as she asked.  She had me move to my left until my leg  bumped against
hers.  She had me  slide my hands toward the center of the table, causing me to
bend forward from  the waist.  Then I felt her hand  slip between my legs.
I closed my  eyes and moaned as she explored my sex with a delicate touch.
I was quickly wet.  As she explored me I told myself that  six weeks is a
long time without sex and I was weak and needed it, anything to  justify
submitting without protest.  I leaned over farther and turned my head to one
side, resting it on my  right forearm.  The hot surface felt  good on my bare
breasts.  Hanna  expertly masturbated me to a long, wonderful orgasm.  I lay
there, moaning, until it was  over.  As I started to move she put  her hand
on my back and said, "Wait.  Do you know what the bowling ball grip is?"  I
shook my head.  She chuckled.  Then she plunged her forefingers deep  into
my vagina.  At the same time, I  felt her thumb press against my anus.  I
gasped and whispered, "No!  Please!"  But she kept her  hand on my back and
pushed her thumb into my ass.  I could feel her thumb and fingers  rubbing
together, separated only by a thin membrane of flesh.  Then she lifted upward,
raising my feet  right off the ground!  God, it was  erotic.  I moaned and
whimpered as  she swung me from side-to-side a little.  Then she let me down
and withdrew her fingers from my vagina.  I glanced back over my shoulder
and she  smiled.  "Admit it, you like having  my thumb in you butt."  I
blushed  and nodded.  "Say it," she  demanded.  "I like having your thumb  in
my butt."  She nodded.  "That's  better."
She eased her thumb out of my ass and wiped her hand on  the napkin.  Then
she picked up her  drink and moved over to sit on the wall.  I straighten up
and walked over to my clothes.  Hanna called my name as I picked up my
panties.  "Jill, don't dress.  Just put your work boots on and go back  to
what you were doing.  You will  need sunscreen."  I hesitated, and  then
nodded.  I went in and got a  bottle of SPF15 and put it on all over.  Hanna did
my back for me.  Then I put my work boots on and went back to weeding the
garden.  I found it extremely erotic to work nude  with Hanna watching.  It was
only  1:00 o'clock.  It would be hours  before Jim would be home.  A few
minutes later Hanna called my name and held up her glass.  I walked up to the
patio, conscious  every step of the way of how I must look, nude, gleaming
with sweat and suntan  lotion, my breasts bouncing gently.  Hanna's smile
reflected her enjoyment.  I took her glass and went inside to fix  her another
drink.  This time, when  I served it, she ran the tips of her fingers over
my long, silky pubic hair and  asked me if I had ever been shaved.  I shook
my head, "No, never."  I turned and walked back to the garden.  A few
minutes later I heard Hanna's  chair scrape on the flagstones as she pushed it
back from the table.  She walked down to the garden and  watched me weed for a
couple of minutes.  Then she picked up the small garden spade that I'd left
lying on the  grass.  I glanced up as she  approached.  She crouched in
front  of me and told me to spread my knees as far apart as I could and then
clasp my  hands behind my neck and keep them there.
I obeyed.  And watched as she slipped the shovel between my legs and eased
the  handle into my cunt.  I took a deep  breath and moaned with pleasure as
she fucked me with the handle, deep and  hard.  The smooth lacquered handle
 slid in and out easily.  I moaned  and whimpered, it was so embarrassing
and so wonderful.....  "Oh god, yes!  Fuck me.  Fuck me hard."  Hanna
smiled.  "Beg."  I stared at her and begged.  "Please, fuck me hard.  Fuck me
deep.  Please, Hanna!  Oh, please fuuuuucccck meeeeeee!"  As I started to cum
she shoved the  handle in deep and let go.  Then she  grabbed my nipples and
squeezed them hard.  It hurt like hell, but triggered the most fantastic
orgasm of my entire  life!  When it was over I was on my  knees in the dirt,
the shovel handle deep in my wet cunt.  I looked up at Hanna.  She reached out
and ruffled my  hair.  "I'm ready for another  drink.  Next time in the
ass?"  A long pause.  "Slave."  I glanced up at her again,  startled.  She
held her hand out in  front of me.  I kissed it.  "Yes," I whispered, "in the
ass next  time.......mistress."
I worked nude the rest of the afternoon.  Hanna had me roll in the rich
dark earth  while I was all hot and sweaty.  Dirt streaked my flanks and belly,
my tits and my ass, when I went to my  knees and spread myself so she could
ass-fuck me with the shovel handle.  By the time the afternoon was over I
was  a dirty, sweaty, well-fucked nude slave.  And happier then I had been in
years.  Before she left she told me that the  college girl was a cute
redhead, a dominant, aggressive dyke and I'd have to  amuse her guests by
satisfying the girl with my tongue.  I shivered with anticipation.  Before she
left, I crawled to Hanna on  my belly and licked her shoes in submission.
The Offer - II
The next morning, shortly after Jim left for the office,  I got a call from
Hanna.  She told  me that she was sending someone over to help me get ready
for the party.  She asked me what I was wearing and I  told her that I had
on a robe and a pair of cotton panties.  She told me to strip and stay nude
unless I got permission to dress.  I  slipped the robe off and pushed my
panties down over my hips.  Hanna told me that the girl would be  there by
8:30 and I was to obey her as if it was Hanna herself.  "Yes, ma'am, I
understand."  I shivered as I listened to her  instructions.  It was so  exciting.
She told me that if I  worked in the garden I was allowed to wear socks,
work boots, and a hat.  And a heavy coating of sunscreen - SPF  15 at least.
Precisely at 8:30 the doorbell rang.  I glanced out the window and saw a
young  woman with brown hair standing on the porch.  She was about medium
height, a little on  the stocky side, wearing a T-shirt, nylon shorts, and
jogging shoes.  She was carrying a canvas sports  bag.  I opened the door and let
her  in.  She didn't seem a bit surprised  to see that I was nude.  She
smiled  as she looked me over and said, "Hi, my name is Jenni, Hanna sent me
over to  give you a waxing.  Where can we do  it?"
I hesitated and she asked to see the kitchen.  I took her down the hall to
the kitchen  and she looked around.  "The table  is big enough.  We'll do
it  here.  I can heat the wax in your  microwave.  Why don't you stretch  out
on the table and we'll get started."  She set her bag down on the floor
and crouched beside it.  I sat down on the edge of the table and  then eased
myself over into the center.  Then I stretched out on my back and stared at
the ceiling.  When Jenni stood up she had a glass pot  filled with wax in her
hand.  She  put it in the microwave and set it for 5 minutes on high.  Then
she dipped into her bag again and  came up with a handful of leather
straps.  She had me plant my feet flat on the table and then she ran a strap
around each leg below the knee, securing them in position so that I couldn't
straighten them.  The she ran a  length of rope from one ankle under the table
and tied it to my other  ankle.  Another rope went around the  table at my
waist.  Then my wrists  were tied to each leg of the table.  I was helpless.
 And very  excited.
Jenni stroked my belly and told me that she wouldn't hurt  me if she could
help it.  I  hesitated and then whispered, "It's okay if you hurt me a
little."  She smiled.  Then she fondled my tits until my  nipples were hard as
little pebbles.  "Please," I whispered, "would you mind taking your clothes
off?  I'd love to see your body."  Jenni smiled and disrobed.  She had a
hard, athletic body, a little  stocky, but very sexy.  Her pubic  mound was
smooth and bare.  Her  breasts were round and firm, tipped with big dark
nipples.  Her stomach was flat and firm.  Hips a little broad, but not too
broad.  Tight smooth buttocks.  Strong thighs.  She checked the wax and put it on
for  another five minutes.  Meanwhile,  she laid out strips of cheesecloth.
 Each strip is 2" wide and about 6" long.
While the wax heated, she took a pair of scissors and  trimmed my pubic
hair.  Then she  spread my cunt lips and slipped two fingers into me.  I raised
my hips to meet her and she  grinned.  "Do you want and  orgasm?"  I
nodded.  "Yes, oh yes!  Please!  Masturbate me."  She did, very skillfully.  I
sobbed with pleasure as I felt my  orgasm build.  Jenni chuckled.  "God, you'
re a hot bitch.  You'll make a fantastic slave!"  Then she picked up a
pair of hot pads  and retrieved the pot of hot wax from the microwave.  Working
quickly, she placed a strip of  cheesecloth across my pubic mound and
spooned warm wax onto it.  She laid down three strips in quick  succession and
then put the pot back in the microwave.  As soon as the wax was dry she
grabbed  the end of the first strip and ripped it off.  I bit my lip to keep from
screaming as  my pubic hair was ripped out.  The  second and third strips
followed, leaving me whimpering in pain, tears streaming  down my face.  She
repeated the  process until I was smooth and bare, not a trace of hair
anywhere down  there.  Then she rubbed a fragrant  body lotion over my mound to
soothe the skin.
After she released me, she had me get onto my hands and  knees on the
table.  She stroked my  breasts and belly with one hand and my back and buttocks
with the other.  After a while I was really turned  on.  I loved the
position, my tits  hanging, my sex totally exposed.  I  turned my head and glanced
up at her.  "Please...." I whispered.  She smiled.  "Hot are  we?  Beg for
it.  Tell me what you are and  beg."
I stared at her and begged.  "Please, please masturbate me.  Oh god!
Please!  I'm a slut.  A nude slave slut.  Please, let me cum!  Please, I'll do
anything you ask."  I wiggled my ass and pressed back  against her hand which
was lightly cupping my sex.  "Anything?  Really?"  I nodded, "Yes,
anything."  She smiled and began to rub my clit  lightly with the tip of one
finger.  I moaned and pushed myself against her hand.  She brought me to orgasm
quickly and  skillfully and I yelped and whimpered as I came, turning my head
to lick her  left hand which was resting on my shoulder.  She smiled and
told me that I was a good  little slut.  I continued to lick  her hand and she
seemed to enjoy it.  Then she brought her right, soaked with my juices,
around I licked it  clean, enjoying the taste of my own cunt.
After a few minutes she said, "Enough, now it's my  turn."  I knelt up
straight and  asked her what she wanted.  She got  a faraway look in her eye
and whispered, "Paaaiiinnn, I want pain."  Then she snapped back, eyes
focused, and  asked me if I was going to work in my garden.  I nodded, "Yes, I
thought I'd spend a  couple of hours weeding and thinning some things out.  Why?
"  She told me to get ready and she'd meet  me in back.  She dressed
quickly and  disappeared out the back door.  I  put sunscreen on everyplace I
could reach.  Then socks and my work boots and a baseball cap.  When I went out
into the back yard she  was waiting for me.  She'd brought  in a t-shaped
arrangement made of 1" galvanized pipe.  The upright section was 10' long
and  consisted of two pieces, one sharpened on the end.  The other threaded
into a fitting on the  top.  The crossbar, really two  pieces, fit into a
t-fitting on the top of the upper section.  Each crosspiece was 3.5' long.  She
drove the first section of the  upright into the ground with a 3lb hammer,
putting a small length of 2x4 on top  of the pipe to hammer on.  Then she
threaded the crosspieces into the upper section and tightened them with a
small  pipe wrench.  Finally, she threaded  the top part into the lower section.
 Then she took two plastic tent stakes and drove them into the ground
about 6' out from the upright on either side.
She had two folding stepstools.  She explained that she would stand on  one
and me on the other.  Then I  would strap her wrists to the crossbar.  When
that was done, I would put leather restraints on each of her ankles  and
tie a long piece of rope to each.  Then I would pull the stool out and let her
hang by her wrists.  Then I would take the ropes tied to the  ankle
restraints and tie them to the tent stakes, making sure that she was  spread as
wide as possible.  "And  then you put these in me and these on me."  She held
up two enormous dildos and a selection of weighted clamps.  "For my nipples
and labia and one for my  clit."  The last item was a penis  gag that would
muffle her screams.  "Let me hang for at least an hour.  The wrist
restraints won't cut off my circulation, so it will be  safe."
I was quite excited as I strapped her wrists into the  leather restraints.
Then I put the  restraints on her ankles and tied the ropes to them.  I
hung the clamps on her nipples,  enjoying her grunt of pain as I tugged each
one to be sure it was tight.  Then another grunt of pain as I pulled  the
stool away.  I quickly grabbed  one rope and pulled it as tight as I could
before tying it off.  The second one was done just as  quickly.  I looked at her
and  enjoyed the way she was spread and helpless.  She was staring at the
fence with a  vacant expression on her face.  I  put the dildoes into her,
enjoying the way she squirmed and grunted as I drove  them in tight with the
heel of my hand.  Then the weights on her labia and clit.  She was moaning in
pain now, but I felt  it needed something else.  I went  inside and got a
box of straight pins out of my sewing kit.  Her eyes widened and she shook her
head,  grunting and screaming into the gag.  I ignored her and drove a pin
through the aureole of each nipple, on the  top side.  She screamed and
tears  streamed down her face.  I put pins  through both labia.  And then one
through her clit.  She was sobbing  and screaming, and a trickle of urine was
running down her thighs as I walked  away to do my gardening.
I let her hang for the full hour she'd requested.  When I went back to
release her she was  moaning and twitching.  I took the  gag out first, standing
on the stepstool to be close to her.  I asked her if she'd had enough.  She
nodded.  "Please let me down.  Oh shit!  Please."  I got down and
positioned the stool for  her.  Then I untied the ropes from  the tent stakes and
positioned her feet on the stool.  I removed the ankle restraints and then
climbed up on the other stool and released her wrists.  I helped her down and
she sank to her  knees in the grass, moaning with pain.  I removed the
dildoes, then the clamps, and finally the pins.  She looked up and whispered, "
Thank you  for that delicious pain."  She  stayed there for a few minutes
until she recovered.  Then she got dressed, packed up, and  left.  It was time
for me to shower  and prepare for my stint as a nude bartender.
The Offer (part 3) by Jay _anchor987@hotmail.com_
(mailto:anchor987@hotmail.com)    (adding to the JYM  story)
While I was taking the shower, I thought a lot. I wasn't  even sure if I
was heading to Hannah's house after all. What had just happened  puzzled me
and I didn't know what to do about it. I must confess that I was a  bit scared
by what I have done. When the wall clock rang noon, I haven't figure  out
anything yet. I couldn't eat and I remained with just my breakfast in my
tummy. Finally, I decided to go through the entire plan after  all.
Hannah said that she wanted me to arrive no later than  one o'clock, so I
put a pair of jeans, a tank top and a pair of sandals, knowing  too well that
I wasn't keeping my clothes for very long. I practically ran to  Hannah's
house which was only a few hundred feet away from my  place.
Hannah was expecting me and she opened the front door  herself before I
could push the doorbell button. She had this strange smile  again when she
motioned me to enter her house. She closed the door and she  simply ordered me
to take my clothes off. In a matter of seconds, I shed my top,  took off the
sandals, lowered my jeans and threw them away. I wondered for just  a moment
and I kneeled before Hannah, hoping it would please her. Once again,
Hannah showed me that special smile, full of lust, while  saying:
"You're a fast learner, Jill!  "
She moved back a little to get a better view of my body  and she adds:
"Let me look at your pussy, dear!  "
I spread my thighs to display my shaven cunt and let her  inspect it to her
satisfaction. Finally, Hannah explained that from now on, I  was expected
to keep myself in that manner and that she would make sure that  Jenni
performs her talents on me on a regular  basis.
"Now, let's go meet your partner, Jill! Stand up and  follow me to the
garden! "
I rose from the floor and walked after Hannah through the  house and the
back patio where a table was set with a big bowl of punch and  other drinks.
But I only took a glance at those; my eyes were fast drawn by the  sight of a
very pretty redhead girl, almost a teenager who was approaching the  two of
us. As I, she was naked, her pussy also shaven.  She had those perfect
round tits; my  guess would be at least 36D. I would have sold my soul to play
with her  breasts.
"This is Kathy! "said Hannah with her strange  smile.
And turning toward the redhead girl, she continued: "Jill  Ashton is going
to help you this afternoon. "Why don't you show her the place,  dear?"
Having to go change herself for the party, Hannah left me  in the hands of
Kathy. My pretty friend explained in details what I was supposed  to do and
she took the time to ask about my personal experience as a bartender,  just
to check if I could mix the cocktails the right way. She also showed me
where everything was set, in case anything required some special  attention.
"Do you know how many people will attend? " I asked Kathy  almost
breathless.
The redhead stopped for a minute, going through her mind  and she finally
answered:
"About twenty people, Jill! Does that bother you?  "
I raised my shoulders and  explained:
" You know, it's going to be the first time that so many  people will see
me naked, except when I was at school after the gym to take a  shower! "
"Don't worry, Jill, "told me Kathy. " It's always the  first minutes that
are the hardest to get through, but just doing your job and  everything
will go fine, at least for the first part of the party.  "
I shuddered in expectation, certainly not because of the  weather. I
refrained myself to ask what was in store for me after the initial  part. What I
already knew about Hannah could mean a lot of frightening  things.
Most of the guests arrived at two o'clock, going first to  one or the other
available bedrooms in Hannah's house to change into their  fetish clothes,
then to the garden where Kathy and I served them some drinks.  The thing didn
't strike me until  the final guest had arrived, but all were females. A
few came alone, but most  were there as a couple, apparently mistress and
slave. Mistress was mostly  dressed in leather or latex; I wondered how much
these elaborate wears might  cost, but I didn't dare ask anybody. For the
slaves, well, they weren't dress  very much, to say the least. This helped me
feel a little bit more at ease, I  might say.
Suddenly, I recognized one of the last people who had  arrived, it was
Jenni. She was naked except for a black leather collar with D  rings; she still
carried the bruised and marks from this morning activities. A  beautiful and
tall lady was leading her by a leash clasped to one of the ring.  Jenni was
smiling uncomfortably to her and she said something about me to her
mistress. The unknown lady took a glimpse toward me and she smiled too. I
wondered what Jenni might have told her, but I couldn't take my eyes of those  two
for sometime. Kathy even had to remind me that I had things to care  of.
I straightened up and continued to serve Hannah's guests,  but I took every
opportunity to look at Jenni's mistress. No doubt that she was  stunning at
about 6 feet tall, with blue eyes and long and curly black hairs.  She must
be doing a lot of exercises to keep in shape like  that.
Later in the afternoon, Hannah announced that I was going  to show my
talents upon Kathy. Everybody moved around us in a circle, mistresses  and slaves
alike without discrimination. Kathy gave me some pointers. I dropped  to
the ground and crawled to her feet in submission. I kissed her left feet,
then her right one and I even licked them until she said that it was enough of
that. She grabbed me by my hair and raised me to a kneeling position. In
just a  moment, Kathy transformed herself into a fury. She slapped my face
twice and  ordered in a stern voice:
"Now, slave, you're going to lick my pussy and you better  do a good job! "

Still shaken by the face slapping, I moved closer to her  pussy and,
closing my eyes, I sank. I wasn't that much experienced in pussy  licking, but I
managed to bring Kathy to orgasm in a few minutes. I must have  some talents
after all. My face was covered with her juices, but I didn't dare  stop
lapping her. When she had enough, she pushed me away and I tumbled to the
ground, not knowing what to do. Was that all there was in store for me? Oh! No,
thanks to Hannah who asked, to my amazement, if somebody was interested in
putting a price on me.
I was flabbergasted to hear such things, but I remained  silent. I heard
some discussions around us and after a few minutes, a woman  voice shouted:
"A thousand dollar ".
My head spon to where the voice had come from as it was  one I have never
heard before. I was a bit surprised to find that my potential  buyer was Jenni
's mistress, but it could have been  worse!
Hannah explained to her:
"It was a joke, Laurie! She's married and can't be sold  that easily! "
"I already know that, Hannah, Jenni told me all about  her, but still I'd
like to have her at my place from time to time to entertain  me. I heard
that she might be a good switch too! "
The new revelation took Hannah off guarded and she turned  to me, puzzled
and she asked:
"It's about time that I hear what happened this morning,  Jill! "
I was scared to tell Hannah and all of her guests what  took place after
Jenni finished her shaving job, but Laurie decided that she  rather tell the
story herself from her own perspective. She pushed Jenni forward  and showed
everybody all the bruises and marks that I was responsible for,  adding some
remarks about my skills. Some mistresses approached and touched the
markings on Jenni's body, caressing them with delights giggling between
themselves. Laurie came to me and whispered in my  ear:
"I'd like you to come to my place tomorrow, Jill, and ...  the thousand
dollars offer still stands, you know!  "
The idea that I would sell my body didn't bother me a  bit, then and not
more afterwards either. What did you know? I might be two  thousands dollars
richer in a few days! That would help Jim and me, no doubt and  I even might
get some pleasure along the way.