Ann Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

Ann Ch. 06

... that attention. Forgive me" I said. I felt Bimbo's arms around me. My hands found hers.

"While we are at it, Ann. I would love to show these."

She took the remote for the TV set and switched it on. Then she took her cell phone and soon a folder with a few thumbnails showed on the TV. Jenny opened the first pic in full size. It was a naked girl standing in candlelight, seen from behind. It looked like Rosie's ass, but something was wrong. The hair was wrong, and the body was not quite as slim as hers. In the light from the candles, you could just make out the collar she was wearing and the chain from the ceiling. It was me. I didn't know that Jen had taken pictures.

In the next picture, Rosie was standing with her eyes closed, naked too. The third picture was taken from the side, showing both our faces and chests. Rosie with her eyes closed, and I was looking at her. Our nipples were touching.

In the next picture, Rosie had just opened her eyes and smiled at me. I could see that I smiled back. And the last picture showed our kiss and embrace. The lighting was perfect. It was a great picture. If I ever would dare to have that on my phone screen!

"Well, that was the moment my two subs found each other."

Of course, the others knew what had happened, but not in detail.

I felt Jen's hand on my head. She ran her fingers softly through my hair. I leaned against it and ended up with my head on her thigh - just like the first time I sat at her feet Monday ...

... evening. Rosie sat down next to me and hugged me. For a moment I felt that we were alone in the room, just the three of us. The four guests were quiet, watching us, sharing the moment. I had never imagined that I would experience such a thing - seven women in an almost mental connection. Of course, it wasn't, and I couldn't sense what our guests could feel, but to me, it felt like magic.

The silence was broken by a growling stomach. My stomach. I couldn't help giggling. The spell was broken anyway.

"You are right, anyone against pizza now?" Jenny asked. It looked like no one objected. Jenny handed me the pamphlet from one of the local pizza shops. I recognized it as the one I used myself once in a while.

"Choose a pizza." she said.

"Number 17." I said without touching the paper. I knew my favorite.

"17 it is. Any changes from last time?" she said and looked around. Everyone shook their head no and she opened an app on her cellphone and filled in the info.

"Where do you work?" I felt Bimbo's hand on my thigh.

I told them a little about my work. Bitch knew the company I worked for. I thought that it might be boring for them to listen about bookkeeping, invoices, etc., so I told them about the odd things like the advantage they had when I was out in the shops assisting with the annual stocktake. They had a bookkeeper who knew the names of the tools and could use half of them. It often made communication easier between the mothership and the retailer shops.

"And ...