"What?" she screamed.

"Get 'em off. I'm going to use up my three hours for each of you at the same time. Bit wasteful, maybe, but twice the fun."

"No!" she wailed. "That's not what I meant. I meant that we would... on our own... at home."

"You didn't say that. You agreed. I asked you specifically, I said it would mean that you would be mine to do with as I wish. You agreed, didn't you?"

"Yes, but I didn't mean..."

"There's no buts about it Barbara. You've agreed. Now get your clothes off. Harriet, take her upstairs and get her undressed."

I steered the sobbing Barbara upstairs. She was uncontrollable, weeping and wailing, and I laid her head against my chest. "It'll be okay," I soothed. "Don't worry about it."

"That's easy for you to say," she snarled.

"Yes it is. I've been where you are before, remember?" Barbara stopped sobbing and nodded, her head still bent downwards. "Okay," I said, after a few moments, "let's get you undressed." I started to unbutton her blouse and peeled it from her. Motioning to her to stand, I kneeled before her and unzipped her black skirt, letting it drop to the floor. Underneath it she wore a petticoat, which I slipped down to reveal tights and panties. "Will you take your bra off?" I asked, kneeling and looking up at her. She nodded and reached back to unclasp it. It fell from her and I caught hold of it, pulling it from her. Her breasts were sagging slightly, but still reasonably firm, and quite small. I smiled, but Barbara was still crying.

"He can't do this to me. He can't..."

"He can," I said. "It was a fair game, and you made the bet." I rolled her tights down over her legs, the layers of fat quivering and the cellulite dimpling. She raised each foot in turn and I pulled the tights clear. "Ready?" I asked. She nodded, and I gripped her panties and eased them down, revealing her hairy pussy. At this, she began crying uncontrollably again, and I gently kissed her thigh, resting my face against her.

"Come on," I said. "Let's get going." I led her downstairs and we entered the living room, where Pete and my Master were waiting.

"Wonderful," cried Pete when he saw the naked Barbara following me into the room. "My time starts now!"

He looked like a cat which had just captured and eaten a canary, a broad smile forming across his jowly face. "Let's get started," he said. "I'm not ready to get going myself, yet, so why don't you two girls get better acquainted. Help get me in the mood."

I knew what he meant, but I don't think Barbara fully understood at first. Realisation dawned, and a horror-struck look crossed her face. Fearing she would break down again, I took her in an embrace and kissed her, running my palm across her cheek. She offered no resistance, but nor did she participate.

"Relax," I breathed. I continued to kiss her and felt her respond, timidly, half-heartedly. I eased myself onto the settee and pulled her down beside me. Kissing her again, I slid my hand across her shoulder, edging closer to her. Our breasts were touching. I caressed her neck, that beautiful neck I had admired earlier, feeling the tightness of her skin, admiring the smoothness of her complexion, enjoying the simple beauty of its shape. I eased my hand down and rested it gently against her left breast, making no attempt to do anything, allowing Barbara a moment to adjust to the situation. I continued to kiss her, feeling the tenseness in her mouth gradually subside. Slowly, I began to move my hand around her breast, rolling it against my palm. I stretched out my fingers and started stroking upwards, towards her areola. It was growing beneath me, hardening to my touch, and I squeezed it gently. She sighed.

Taking that as a cue, I lowered my head and stretched towards her right breast, tongue extended, and lapped it indolently. I took her nipple into my mouth and began to suck, gripping it between my teeth. My hand left her other breast and began to stroke down her stomach. She was overweight, and I enjoyed the undulating feel of her flesh beneath my hand. I slid it down to her thigh and began to stroke up and down, dragging my nails slightly against her loose skin.

Up to now I was doing all the work, and Barbara was making no effort to reciprocate. Pete noticed this and interrupted us.

"Barbara, put your hand on Harriet's tit. Stroke it for me."

Barbara seized up. I think she had tried to shut out of her mind the fact that Pete and my Master were watching, and his voice reminded her of her situation. I took hold of her hand and planted it against my breast, moving it back and forward. Barbara took up the motion, and I moved my hand away. Her fingers toyed with my nipple distractedly, squeezing rather too hard, and I winced. That seemed to summon her out of her reverie, and she started to caress me more tenderly.

Time to move on, I thought, and I lifted my hand from her thigh, resting it gently against her pussy. Again, she froze for an instant, but quickly recovered. Her thighs were tightly clenched together, and I prised them apart slightly, slipping my hand between them. My index finger was laid against her labia, while my thumb stroked idly across her hairy bush. I pressed my finger against her, sliding it up and down. Her thighs parted a bit more, and I was granted more freedom to move. I started to tickle against her outer lips with my finger tips, feeling her slit begin to moisten. Her breathing was heavier, and I knew I was beginning to arouse her.

"Harriet, lick her now," Pete commanded.

I slid down onto the floor and positioned myself between her legs. Resting my hands on her thighs, I lowered my head to her pussy, inhaling her musky aroma, and nestled my face into her. I began to track my tongue up and down her slit, feeling her juices gather and flow, drawing their sticky strands into my mouth. For a couple of minutes I sucked and stroked, flicking my tongue in and out of her pussy, my nose nudging against her hard clit, pressing it, pressuring it. Barbara let out a moan and rested her hands on the back of my head, pulling me harder into her, and I sensed she was close to coming.

I flicked my tongue upwards and found her clit. Flitting round about it, I stroked and teased it, glancing the tip of my tongue against it, grazing agonisingly close to it. Then I took it into my mouth and sucked hard. Immediately, Barbara's body tensed and she pulled my hair. I continued to suck on her clit, sliding my fingers in and out of her pussy as I did so, and her body began to buck and roll beneath me. For about thirty seconds she shook against me, thighs quivering, hands gripped hard on my head, and she let out a small, agonised scream.

"Wow, what a start," said Pete. "And that's just the first ten minutes gone..."