I called Heather up and invited her over for dinner.I called Heather up and invited her over for dinner. She arrived promptly at seven PM. She was dressed in a clinging blue dress, her legs encased in sheer stockings and her feet in heels. I greeted her at the door with a light kiss on the cheek. She and I have a good friendship, based on years of knowing each other well. We've never been lovers, but we've shared slaves many times. Whenever I want to have one of my female slaves serve a woman, Heather is the one. We moved to the living room where I'd just opened a bottle of wine. She sat across from me, with her legs crossed. We chatted about idle topics, the weather, our jobs, etc. The subject of our last get-together came up. |