Chapter Eight
A Mattress Dancing Party
I woke up free of the chains. Consenta and I were laced together in the tangle of our arms and legs wrapped around each other.
Alice was standing at the door, wearing a skimpy maid’s uniform exposing her breasts. Her arms were strapped up behind her. A trickle of fresh c*m was running down her thigh. “Wake up, love birds. It’s Sunday morning, and time to get ready for the party.”
“Party?” I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, enjoying the brief freedom of my arms.
Consenta yawned and stretched like a wicked kitten. “Si, Senorita Traci. Every month the last Sunday is party day for many friends of Master Mark and Master David. This time it is our turn to be hosts. Many Masters and Mistresses will come with their slaves. It will be all day and all night
