Courtesan Ch. 41

Everyone smiled at that revelation. I glanced at Donny. He was staring at the floor in humiliation. Knowing that he was a masochist I suspected that the humiliation he was being forced to endure was getting him incredibly excited.

After pausing for a moment Tyler said, "Michelle has a steady boyfriend. He's a large black guy named Tyrone Brown. They've been dating for several years now. I'm sure that when Marcus spends the night at the house Donny sleeps in his little bedroom."

Tonya grabbed Donald's ear and twisted is head around so that he was looking up at her. "Is that true Twinkles? When the big man comes over to see your wife does she put you in your little footie pajamas and make you sleep in your little boys room?" She was speaking to Donald like he was a four year old boy.

Donald's face was beet read as he answered. "Yes Mistress Natasha, she does"

"Can you hear her while she and the big man are having fun?"

"Yes Mistress Natasha, she leaves both doors open. She wants me to hear everything."

"Do you play with your little pee pee while you listen to the big man play with your wife?"

"No Mistress Natasha, that's not allowed. When she's entertaining other men, Michelle always makes me wear my cage."

"Do you ever get to sleep with your wife?"

"Yes Mistress Natasha, on all the nights when she's not entertaining other men."

Brad Cameron shook his head. "I stopped trying to understand their relationship a long time ago. When you see them together it's obvious that they're both madly in love with each other." He shrugged. "I've just decided to accept that that's the way they are."

Jason Foley nodded. "Hell I'm not going to start judging them. Donny's our friend and it's obvious that he really gets off on this. Hell Michelle is gorgeous and totally uninhibited in bed. She's an absolutely fabulous fuck and if Donny doesn't mind, well why should we argue?"

Tonya gently rubbed Donald's head. "Is that true Twinkles, do other men enjoy fucking your wife?"

"Yes Mistress Natasha, it seems like they do."

"Do you enjoy it when other men fuck your wife?"

Staring at the floor, his face a deep shade of crimson, Donald Kline quietly answered; "Yes Mistress Natasha, I do."

Tyler shook his head. "I know that's true, but it's still pretty fuckin hard for me to believe it. I could never watch my wife while she was partying with another guy. I guess it's okay if she plays around a little." He shrugged. "It would be pretty hypocritical of me to get upset about that. I mean I like to play around a little, but I'm careful to never throw it in her face and I'd be pretty upset if she ever threw it in mine."

Mandy sat up and looked at Tyler. "I think it's sweet that he likes to watch his wife play around with other men. To me that just means that they're sharing the fun. I also think it's nice that she likes to indulge his masochistic fantasies. They're obviously two people who enjoy making each other happy."

Jason laughed. "Oh yes, Michelle does enjoy indulging Donny's masochistic fantasies. Hell, I think it gets her off more than it does him."

I glanced at Donald. He was grinning. I suspected that his wife did have a substantial sadistic streak.

Brad Cameron shrugged. "You do have to admit that they're probably the happiest married couple that we know."

Tyler nodded. "I certainly won't try to argue with that."

"Neither would I." Jason was shaking his head.

Edward walked into the parlor and approached John Reynolds. As soon as he had his attention he stopped and gave him a slight nod. Mr. Reynolds returned the nod. After Edward had withdrawn he smiled at everyone and said, "Our butler has just informed me that our dinner is ready. Please bring your cocktails and follow me to the dining room."

Tyler Greer stood up "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm starved."

Giggling, my wife stood up and took his arm. "Then we'd better get some food into you. I have some thoughts about how we might spend the later part of this evening and believe me buster, you're going to need all the energy you can get."

Brad Cameron laughed as he stood up. "Did you hear that Ty? Melody is planning to wear you out."

Keisha stood up and grabbed Brad's crotch. "Stud man, your friend isn't the only one who's going to need some strength tonight. You'd better eat a big dinner too."

"Jasmine, if you keep squeezing my cock like that I'm going to forget about dinner, throw you back down on that love seat and start the evening fun right now."

Still holding on to Brad's cock, Keisha lasciviously licked her lips, then she kissed his cheek and said, "Food first, then fun big boy. Right now I'm holding onto to your big friend so that you won't forget that tonight, I'm your dessert."

Winking at Keisha, Brad said; "I always have been partial to chocolate."

Laughing, Mandy stood up and pulled Jason Foley to his feet. "Come on Jas. We'd better get some food in you too. Your friends aren't the only ones who are going to need their energy after dinner."

Whap!

Everyone turned. Tonya was standing over Donald Kline. She'd just hit him across the back with her horsewhip. "Come Twinkles, training you has given me an appetite and I'm sure that you're hungry too." She smirked. "if you're a good boy I might just reward you with some scraps from my plate."

I watched Kelly and Tyler Greer follow Brad Cameron and Keisha out of the parlor. Tyler had his hand on the small of my wife's back. As they reached the door his fingers slipped down her barely covered rear, parted her fringe skirt and wormed their way between her thighs.

Kelly yelped in surprise when she felt Tyler fingering her naked sex.

Behind her Mandy giggled. "What's the matter Melody? Did that little goose surprise you?"

Laughing, Kelly said; "Yes Angela, it certainly did and I take it as an open declaration of war. Mr. wandering fingers had better be on guard during dinner. His family jewels are now fair game."

Jason Foley burst out in gales of laughter. "Did you hear that Ty? Melody says that by the time we're finished with our salads you're going to be able to sing soprano in a boys choir."

Kelly shook her head. "Oh no! I'd never do anything to actually hurt those lovely gems. They're my favorite toys. I just plan to squeeze them a little bit. I want to see if I can make Ty's dobber bob up and down during dinner."

From the hallway I heard Brad Cameron say, "This is certainly starting to look like a very interesting dinner."

Kelly and Mandy were both giggling like school girls as they disappeared into the hallway holding hands with their dates for the evening.

After helping Nathan straighten up the parlor Kirby and I were sent to the kitchen. Edward was waiting for us.

"Bunny your job is to keep the water glasses full. You'll find a crystal pitcher on the sideboard next to the wine. Cookie, you'll keep the wine glasses full. There are three bottles open and breathing on the sideboard. If we need more bottles Nathan will open them. Start with Mr. Jackson. Don't worry about any tasting rituals. He trusts us to take care of that. Just fill his glass and then work your way around the table. Once everyone's glass has been filled work with Bunny and keep the glasses full."

Looking at both of us, he asked; "Do you understand your duties?"

We both nodded.

"Very good. Remember a competent servant is rarely noticed. Now follow me to the dining room."

It did turn out to be an interesting dinner, but not for the reason Brad was suggesting. The dinner was the setting John Reynolds, Martin Jackson and Wendell Tyler used to pitch their investment plan and they took full advantage of the opportunity.

The girls were amazingly well behaved. I was quite certain that they had been instructed to stop all teasing and flirting during the business discussion.

Because he was a slave Donald Kline was of course, not allowed to occupy a seat at the table. Throughout the entire meal he was required to kneel at Tonya's feet. I knew that Mr. Kline was in fact the key financial decision maker for this group and it was obvious that his position on the floor made the presentation more difficult.

I was impressed by the steps the partners took to minimize this inconvenience. First of all Martin and John were seated at each end of the table. This allowed both of them to maintain eye contact with Donald. Tonya sat immediately to John's left. Mr. Reynolds was the primary presenter in their overture and his close proximity to Donald allowed him to speak directly to him when necessary.

Wendell Tyler and Elvira were seated on the other side of Tonya and Donald. Elvira was next to Donald. At first I wondered why Mr. Tyler hadn't been seated next to Donald, but as I watched the dinner I understood. No matter how exciting it might seem, being forced to kneel next to a dining room table wearing a pair of pink, fuzzy little boys pajamas while a group of adults are casually eating, drinking and talking is, at the very least, disconcerting. Sweet Ellie was there to subtly coddle and sooth Donald during the presentation. She did this by gently caressing Donald's shoulder, neck, cheek and hair with her fingertips while his attention was focused on John Reynolds sales pitch."

At the same time Tonya, the evil Mistress Natasha, lovingly fed Donald pieces of prime rib and forkfuls of augratin potatoes. In between bites of food she would hold her wine glass or water glass to his lips and allow him to drink."

It worked. By the end of the meal Donald was smiling enthusiastically as he listened to John Reynolds sum up the key points of the JTandR proposal.

throughout the meal I'd noticed that Tyler Greer, Brad Cameron and Jason Foley were all carefully watching Donald in an effort to gauge his reaction to the proposal. Now that he was smiling they were also smiling. It appeared that John, Martin and Wendell's presentation had been effective.

As soon as everyone was finished with their dessert and coffee Martin Jackson stood up and said, "Now that we've completed our business discussion, I think it's time for us to turn you back over to the ladies for a little evening fun."

Tyler Greer laughed. "I'm up for that."

My wife giggled as she slid her hand across his lap. "You certainly are."

Chuckling, Mr. Jackson said, "Melody, why don't you take Tyler and the others into our play house. I understand that you have a little entertainment planned for them. Isn't that right?"

Kelly smiled. "Yes Martin, we thought they might enjoy seeing us dance."

Brad Cameron grinned. "This day just keeps getting better and better."

Keisha stood up and pulled Brad up by his arm. "Lover boy, you can't even imagine the fun you're going to have tonight."

Mr. Jackson looked at Tyler, Brad and Jason. "Gentlemen, unless you need us we are now going to leave you in the care of our hostesses for the remainder of the evening. Their slaves, Bunny and Cookie will be available to see to your every need. If there is anything you desire, anything at all, just tell them. They'll get it for you."

He turned to Kirby and me. "Bunny, Cookie; the playhouse has a full bar. If anyone should happen to want more food, Doris and Maurice will be in the kitchen. If you should need anything else; Nathan, Florence, Cassie and Ben will be in the back dining room. Do you have any questions?"

Kirby and I both shook our heads and in tandem answered, "No sir."

Mandy stood up and tugged on Jason Foley's elbow. "Come on Jas, this is going to be fun."

All pretenses of the controlled business demeanor earlier displayed by Kelly, Keisha and Mandy had now disappeared. As they escorted their dates for the evening out of the dining room, all three of them were giggling, teasing and flirting like a trio of excited high school juniors.

Kirby and I followed them.