Part 8
Gina hurriedly looked at her alarm clock and saw that it was only six o`clock. The Master was early. She sprang from the bed and nearly fell, as her legs were still a little weak after the orgasms that her Mistress had induced while she recounted her story of meeting the Master. She panicked when she couldn`t find her heels and felt the relief wash over her when she found them under the covers that had been discarded on the floor.
She grabbed them and ran down the stairs and slipped them onto her feet and assumed her position kneeling at the base of the staircase just as she heard her Master approaching the door.
She heard her Master and at least two other men. They were obviously in good spirits as they were singing as they walked to the front door. The strains of, We are the Champions by Queen was being sung loudly and very off key. The men had apparently had a few drinks to celebrate their success. Whatever that may have been.
The Master pushed the door open and entered with two more men following closely behind him. In his arms he clutched a silver cup. Seeing Gina he smiled, which was unusual for him, and said in a loud voice, "Good evening Gina. These are my friends and victorious team mates Keith and Tommy." He swept his arm around to indicate the two men behind him. He had definitely been drinking.
Gina said, "Good evening Sir. Good evening Sir," and bowed her head to the two men.
Tommy was in his fifties and there was no other way to describe him other than fat. He was short at around five feet six and overweight with a large beer belly hanging over his belt. His face was puffy and he was nearly bald.
Keith was the complete opposite. Maybe thirty with a body that looked like he spent more time in the gym than anywhere else. He was six feet with perfectly cut blonde hair and Gina saw that he had the most wonderful deep blue eyes.
The Master was laughing loudly and waving the cup in the air like a tour guide as he led Keith and Tommy into the lounge and shouted at Gina in a friendly joking manner, "Gina, drinks for my guests!"
Gina had never seen her Master in such a jovial mood. She rushed to do his bidding and after enquiring what each of the men would like she prepared their drinks at the bar. Placing them on a small silver tray, she served them, as the two men sat on the sofa and with the Master in his usual armchair.
She felt Keith and Tommy run their eyes over her body as she moved around the lounge. As she gave Tommy his drink she felt his hand push roughly between her legs and she nearly spilled the drink. Once the men had their drinks Gina retired to the corner and knelt waiting for her next orders.
Listening to the conversation Gina found out that the Master and his friends had won some kind of competition at the local golf club along with another man. He apparently was "pussy whipped" and had gone home to his wife. The three other team mates including her Master had celebrated at the nineteenth hole before he had invited them back to the house.
After ten minutes Gina looked up and saw Ann enter the room looking absolutely radiant. She had brushed her hair out an applied a little make up. She was dressed in a very revealing pink halter top with matching baggy sweat pants. She was bare foot and walked to the Master and kissed him on the mouth and then laughing she said, "Darling, I see you were successful. I am so proud of you. Who are your friends?"
The Master pulled Ann towards him and she fell into his lap giggling like a schoolgirl. Gina could not believe that this was the same man that had beaten Ann so brutally yesterday. He was laughing as he said, "Ann my Love, these are my friends Tommy and Keith. We won the tournament by 2 strokes. Greg had to go home to his dragon of a wife." Tommy and Keith chuckled at this before the Master continued, "But Tommy and Keith came home with me to continue the party!" and he gave Ann an exaggerated wink.
Ann kissed him again, "Well anything that Gina and I can do to help celebrate your success please just ask. Do you want snacks? Another drink?" She pushed herself out of his lap and let her hand brush gently across his cheek as she walked to the bar and made herself a large gin and tonic.