“Oh,” I said, “thank you.” Champagne normally tastes like bad wine to me, but this wasn’t too bad. There was an overtaste of something that tasted almost like lime, but I couldn’t place it. I was still trying to figure out what it tasted like when I realized that I had downed the whole flute before anyone else had taken their second sip. The applause finally died completely away and a new song began. This one was more... haunting. It was slow and had violins and everything that normally makes me cry. I’m a sad drunk, I guess because tears were flowing down my cheeks as I watched raven grab her pole and seem to somehow slither up to about half way. Then she began doing a series of very slow, very athletic, acrobatic moves. At one point she was holding herself straight out from the pole with her legs spread wide as she slowly rotated herself around the pole using just the strength of her hands. I giggled slightly and Shelly leaned in and said, “What?” “It’s true,” I said between giggles. “We’re all pink on the inside.” She glared at me slightly and I quickly said, “Sorry, that must be the bubbly talking.” Margi must have caught her drink in her throat because she started coughing and hacking and gasping for air. Both Shelly and Dianne shot daggers at her with their eyes and she immediately took several deep breaths through her nose and quieted down. By the time I looked back at the stage, raven, was again at the very top of the pole and was lowering her body downward while keeping it flat like a flag waving from the pole. Then somehow she managed to put both feet against the pole and somersault herself into the air, landing facing the front of the stage in full splits with her hands high in the air. Again, there was tremendous applause. This time, after it had died away, the Head Mistress stepped onto the stage and said loudly, “Time to vote, my dears.” She paused a moment and then added, “Remember, any ineligible female... or sissy... who votes will join the loser up here on a punishment pole... except they will be up here for the rest of the evening.” I leaned over to Handjobs Shelly and whispered, “What is a punishment pole?” “Later, Precious, later. I have to think so I can vote.” She then closed her eyes like she was trying to remember both performances, opening them only to look down at the small pad in her hand before pressing one of the squares on the screen. As the Mistresses and Ma’ams voted, a running total of numbers appeared above where each of the two slaves was standing. Their Mistresses were now standing by their sides. When the numbers stopped moving raven had 109 votes. Madeline had 103. “That was close,” I said softly, more or less to myself. Dianne chuckled and said, “Raven’s performance was by far the japanese most beautiful... and demanding, but Mistress Luann is a bitch that likes to lord her husband’s money and power over everyone so a lot of people voted for madeline just for spite. I turned to Shelly and asked, “Didn’t Mistress Kiara know that raven was much better than madeline? Shouldn’t a Mistress watch cfnm out for her slave and protect her? “Yes, she should,” Shelly answered. There was no good answer to this question, so I chose the safest answer. "People still think I live with a druggie." she complained, "It's your fault if we get raided." she told me unreasonably as I changed a wheel bearing on the van one afternoon with it jacked up at the roadside, She sat on a low wall with her legs spread invitingly as she said it trying to wind me up yet unaware how besotted with her I had become. japanese She placed her free hand on my belly, and seemed to be using like a seismograph, measuring the tremors in my muscles as she worked me toward orgasm. � � � My pussy got a bit wetter and my clit rubbing got a little faster. John looks completely confused. “Well I could easily tell that you were getting fucked; it was just a question of who by? Then again, she did Handjobs say she wanted to take care of me. Why not let her? Why don’t you ever molest me and stuff?” She cfnm asked as she looked deep into my eyes. Fear clenched about my heart. Then she laid out the were stripped away to reveal her pale beauty, the pulled her hairpins out to let her hair cascade around her shoulders. Now she was dressed in a spare set of coveralls the police had provided but she was still pretending she was a cat.