“Ooh baby! What have we here, and is she available?”
The other ladies spread out around Trisha or craned their necks to see. Immediately there came a chorus of laughter and exclamations. Aileen raised her feather-duster before her face in a pantomime of shyness and blinked her mascara-heavy lashes prettily over it. Then she smiled coyly as she minced easily between two chairs on her tiptoes and bent over to dust the coffee table, giving everyone a good look deep into her cleavage.
“Why this is Aileen, our live-in maid,” announced Shanna. “Actually she’s more of a slave. Show them your tattoo, Aileen.”
“Yes, Goddess Shanna.”
On a wave of gasps and appreciative laughter Aileen straightened up, turned around and lifted her skirt, exposing her tight, curvy ass and the ‘Slave Aileen’ tattoo
