“What? You think the leash is too much?” Mandy asked with a wide grin.

“He’s naked,” the blonde pointed out. “You don’t think that was enough? This is more BDSM than we figured.”

“No shit, Shirley. It’s a CFNM party.” Mandy pushed her brunette hair back over her leather-covered shoulder.

“Yeah, the leash is more than we expected.” Shirley’s eyes fell to the man on his hands and knees. “But it’s fucking hot. It’s like the reins of a horse or…”

“…or the leash of a dog.” Mandy tugged on the leash. “Bloody right it’s hot. Oh, and he has a tongue that never ends.”

“Oh really?” Shirley giggled.

“You’ll have to try it out later.” Mandy saw the smile turn to glare from Shirley. “What?”

“It’s a CFNM party. For me to enjoy that, I’d have to…” Shirley lowered her voice, “…divest myself of some clothing.”

“CFNM…BDSM…potato…tomato. Regardless, we’ll be here for awhile. Maybe you can drag him by the leash into the bathroom with you or something.”

“Tug his leash, oh that sounds yummy.”

Mandy took the opportunity to glare this time. “Yummy? You really are a soccer mom, aren’t you? It’s fucking fantastic.”

“So what’s his name?”

Mandy laughed. “No fucking idea. Lana loaned him to me for the evening. He’s under orders not to speak, but I’m to bring him back well fucked.”

“For the evening?”

“Yeah, why?”

Shirley glanced at her watch. “The evening is young…and you already know about his tongue?”

Mandy winked. “I got bored on the cab ride over.” She tugged the leash again. “It was worth the cabbie’s ogling eyes.”

Shirley’s eyes almost popped out of her face.

Mandy handed her the leash. “Here.”

“What?”

“You need that tongue.”

“Okay. What’s his name?”

Air blew from Mandy’s lips. “Fucked if I know.”

“Yeah, I figured.” Shirley cocked a Spockian eyebrow. “One more question, though.”

“Ask away.”

“What’s with the blindfold on him?”

“Ha! You haven’t even seen his cock-ring yet.”

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