The doorbell rang.
"Go and see who is at the door Nikki," I heard Fiona call out. I went to the door, apprehensive. After all, I was allowed to wear nothing but a pair of panties in the house, so whoever was there was about to see my small breasts and erect nipples.
Tentatively, I peered through the spyhole to see a man standing there.
It was difficult to say what he really looked like
through that distorted view, but he was dressed in a suit.
"Great, I thought, I am about to give some salesman the biggest thrill of his year!" I opened the door and swung it wide enough that I could peer around it.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Is Fiona in?" he asked me, his eyes moving from my face down towards my neck and collarbones. He licked his lips. I think he knew that I wasn't properly dressed behind the door.
"Whom may I say is calling?"
"Dan."
"Wait here a moment please," I said to him and closed the door. I went in search of Fiona and found her emerging from the toilet.
"There's a Dan here to see you Fiona," I informed her.
"Oh, how lovely," she exclaimed. "Please go and let him in, then bring him into the lounge."
I returned to the door and opened it, wide enough this time that Dan would be able to walk in. I felt his eyes travel up and down my body and felt myself reacting to the frank appraisal. Nothing was
said, but Dan stepped into the foyer so that I could close the door.
"Follow me please," I told him and walked off in the direction of the lounge. A glance over my shoulder ensured that he was following, and also told me that his eyes were at that time, glued to my panty clad bum.
I lead Dan into the lounge where Fiona was sitting on the couch. She stood as Dan arrived and stepped in to hug him.
"Hey there Dan, its so good to see you!" she said.
"Likewise Fiona. I was in town on business and had to drop by."
"Would you like a drink?"
"Scotch?" Dan asked.
"Of course. Nikki, please get Dan a Scotch. On ice, yes?" she said, confirming with Dan. He nodded and I set off for the liquor cabinet across the other side of the coffee table from where he and Fiona had now sat themselves on the couch. "And get one for me too," she added.
I bent over, keeping my knees straight as I retrieved the bottle from the
cupboard, sure to keep my panty-clad pussy straight at Fiona as I had been told to when retrieving things from low down. Fiona liked my legs and wasn't one to have me waste an opportunity for her to admire them.
I passed Dan a drink and then gave Fiona hers before she said, "Thank you Nikki, you may sit on that cushion." She indicated a cushion in the corner of the lounge and I went and sat, legs crossed,
conscious of the fact that Dan allowed his gaze to flick over to me breasts now and then as they
talked.
They had been chatting for about half an hour and I had replenished their drinks a couple of times when Fiona said to Dan after he'd given me another look over, "Do you like my new toy then?"
"Very much, she's extremely cute, Fiona, you've done very well for yourself."
"Yes, she has learned quite quickly too," Fiona said and I felt a warm glow at the praise.
"There's something about those little breasts that keeps drawing my eye," Dan said. "I can't quite put my finger on it, because I am usually more into a nice buxom girl like yourself, but there's something about her ..."
"I know what you mean," Fiona replied, "I was the same at first. Now I take it for granted. After all, she still responds to a good nipple tug."
"Do you mind if I give it a try?"
"Of course not. Nikki, come here please." I stood up and walked over to where the two of them sat. "Kneel here." I knelt before them. Dan reached out and ran a hand across my breast before taking my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He pulled and twisted and I felt a sharp pain shoot
through my breast. I moaned, unable to help myself.
Fiona reached out and pulled on my right nipple at the same time and I moaned again.
"They're lovely little nipples, aren't they?" she said to Dan who agreed with her. The two of them continued to play with my nipples for a while and then, suddenly (at least it seemed to me) stopped and resumed their conversation. I simply knelt there, having received no instruction to do anything else.
Then I was asked to fetch more drinks and did that. After delivering them, I hesitated, unsure where I was supposed to return to, kneeling before them or the corner. Fiona must have noticed and instructed me to kneel before them again.
"But take those panties off, I want Dan to see your plucked pussy ..." she added when I was half way to the floor. I stood again and pulled my panties down my legs, revealing my smooth, bald mound. Dan sat and admired me, his gaze held to my pussy.
"Well she certainly has a lovely pussy, did you say its plucked?" Dan said, one hand adjusting the crotch of his pants.
"Yes, you know how I don't like hair and shaving stubble is a turn off, so I made her sit there and pluck herself, one hair at a time. It was very enjoyable and I think her pussy looks much better for
it.
"I bet its nice and tight."
"I don't know yet, I haven't allowed her to do anything to her pussy and neither have I since she got here. She has to earn the right to be fucked properly in this house. "It makes her lovely and wet though, " Fiona added, picking up my discarded panties and showing Dan the wet trail on the crotch.
Their talking about me as if I wasn't there was starting to turn me on. The whole being treated as an object had at first demoralized me, but now it said to me, "This is your role and you are appreciated. Enjoy it and revel in it." It was obviously turning Dan on too, because he had an obvious erection in his pants.
"Why Dan, is there something that you need help with?" Fiona asked him as he made to adjust himself. She reached a hand across and stroked his cock through his pants.
"I'd welcome some help."
"You'd better stand up then," she said to him. Dan stood and Fiona told me to undo his pants and get his cock out, but not to touch it. I undid his belt and then the button and fly of his jeans which
slid to the floor. He had amazing legs and must have been a cyclist because they were devoid of
hair. His cock thrust out against his boxers, which I pulled off, careful to maneuver them without trapping or touching his cock. It was long and thick and very impressive. I wanted to reach out and hold it, but knew that that would mean more trouble than I could imagine.
Dan sat back upon the couch and Fiona leaned over and began licking along the length of Dan's cock. I watched her tongue dance gently along the veins and curl around the head. Dan moaned.
"You can play with her tits Dan and you can touch her mound, but don't touch or penetrate her lips," Fiona told him before taking his cock well into her mouth. She slid it smoothly up and down his length.