Friday. Girls Night Out! Crazy happy hour with my friend, Holly. We had met up with some friends of
Friday. Girls Night Out! Crazy happy hour with my friend, Holly. We had met up with some friends of hers and ended up at Laura’s house. Even though we were constantly giggling, and quite buzzed, Holly continued to be quite formal, calling her Miss Laura, who never used Holly’s name, only calling her “Kitten” and even occasionally calling me the same pet name.There wasn’t much time wasted once inside when the kissing……… and touching,…… and our clothes were being removed. Laura was giving me extra attention, all the while talking about Holly though. Wanting me to observe Holly’s behavior as she moved from one of the women to another. Dancing…. kissing…. touching…. always ending on her knees to finish their arousal. “Are you a hungry kitten like Holly?” Laura’s question had barely sunk in as she laid me back, and knelt over me, prepared for me to pleasure her. So many hands touching me….. feeling me…. using me……. as the other also took their turns.I finally was left alone, and tried to cover myself with someone’s dress as my clothes were nowhere to be found. Finally finding an empty room, and a fan to try to cool my body down. Yet, that didn’t last long.“I found her!” A voice called out….. followed by Miss Laura’s……..“Come along, kitten. Holly has passed out, and your services are needed again.” -- source link