Miss Casey shrugged. "Possibly. Though why you'd would want that instead of a pretty little thing like Anna is beyond me."
The waitresses removed the starters, then brought out plates of beef stroganoff. The mix of tastes and textures between the rice, mushrooms and beef was exquisite. When the conversation turned back to more mundane matters, several of the women asked Anna about herself. Anna's answers were terse, but she was thankful to be included, and began to feel more and more comfortable. She also began to regret letting down the women with her refusal to undress earlier.
After a while, she turned to Miss Casey and said, loud enough for all to hear, "It's a little warm in here, Miss Casey. Would you mind if I removed my dress?"
The chatter ended, and Anna felt all eyes on her.
Miss Casey said, "You may. Place the dress over the back of that chair when you're done."
Anna rose, and Miss Casey helped her to unzip the back, before sitting down. With a deep breath to steady herself, Anna let the dress fall to the floor. There were gasps from the other women; presumably, they hadn't realised that Anna was naked underneath. With a smile to herself, Anna placed the dress over the chair Miss Casey had indicated. Then she returned to sit at the table, as though it was the most natural thing in the world, the scraping of her chair on the tiled floor loud in the silence. From the corner of her eye, she saw Miss Casey mouth the words "thank you", and Anna felt proud.
Emma finally spoke. "Thank you, Anna, and Miss Casey. You've certainly given me a lot to talk about at my next Women's Institute meeting. And you're bald down there Anna -- I've never seen a woman like that before."
Miss Casey said, "I choose to keep her that way. I prefer the look. And feel."
Anna blushed at the attention she was getting, but it was a good blush. She concentrated on eating her food as though nothing was out of the ordinary. Of course, spending almost all of the last few months naked helped with that; she hardly noticed the wood of her seat pressing into her bare bottom.
The waitresses came out to take away the plates, and Anna felt embarrassed all over again when they glanced at her sitting naked amongst a group of women twice her age.
With a gasp, Anna spotted a dark shape looking through the windows. She covered her breasts with her hands and screamed. By the time everybody looked, the figure was no longer there. It was impossible to make the figure out well, but she was sure it was the man who had stared at her after the cinema.
Emma suggested moving back to the sitting room, since it had closed curtains. Relief flooded Anna when Miss Casey agreed and they all made their way there. Anna sat cuddled on a black leather sofa next to Miss Casey, enjoying the feel of the soft leather under her naked flesh.
"It's a shame," said Emma. "I had a nice tiramisu prepared for dessert. Never mind. I'm sure we can find another way to entertain ourselves."
Miss Casey said, "Why don't you put on some music?"
With a nod, Emma placed a record on the music centre, and the room filled with the sound of soft jazz. Anna didn't recognise the music, but it was pleasant.
Rising, Miss Casey pulled Anna up by her hand. "Let's have a little dance."
It felt strange to slow-dance nude, with Miss Casey's clothes pressing into Anna's naked flesh. It was even stranger given their audience of clothed women. But such thoughts soon drifted away; she was in Miss Casey's arms, and there was no better place on Earth. She laid her head against Miss Casey's shoulder as the older woman led the dance, one hand cupping Anna's bottom. Miss Casey leaned down, and they shared a long and tender kiss while continuing to dance.
After a couple of songs, Miss Casey asked if anybody else would like a dance with Anna. There was no shortage of takers! Miss Casey stood back as Emma went first, pulling Anna into her embrace. She smelled of daisies, which Anna liked. The silver dress was rougher against her skin, especially her stiff nipples. They began dancing, with Emma taking the lead.
As she adjusted to her new partner, Miss Casey leaned in behind her and whispered, "The answer to your next question, little one, is 'yes'".
Not understanding that cryptic comment, Anna continued to enjoy dancing with Emma. She was getting excited, and wondered whether she was making a mess on Emma's dress. But it was too late to worry about that; the dancing was too enjoyable. She felt Emma's hand slide down her back, to rest on her bottom. Anna didn't react; if Miss Casey didn't want that hand there, she'd say so.
After dancing for one song, Anna felt Emma's face moving towards hers. She watched as the older woman's lips crept closer and closer, and froze, not sure whether to allow the upcoming kiss. Then she remembered Miss Casey's whispered comment, and opened her own lips in invitation. Emma's soft lips caught Anna's, and her assertive tongue entered Anna's mouth. Much like the kiss with Miss Casey, this kiss lasted a long time. While it continued, another woman came up behind Anna and placed her arms around the pair. They began dancing as a threesome. At first, Anna assumed that the new woman was Miss Casey, but then she saw Miss Casey sitting and watching, smiling. The woman behind began to kiss Anna's neck, and her hands travelled from Anna's thighs, up her abdomen, to cup and knead her breasts. Anna gasped into Emma's mouth as she felt fingers toying with her nipples.
Having two women treat her like that was quite the experience. Anna felt safe and cared for, while also being under the control of beautiful older women, a vehicle for their pleasure. The record ended, and Emma moved away to put on the other side. Anna missed her body pressed to her own, their lips pressed together, the slow dance of their tongues. But as soon as the next song started, Georgia began to dance with her, her hands roaming over Anna's bum and back, their lips pressed together. And the woman behind Anna switched too. She still wasn't sure who it was, but somebody cut into the dance and replaced the first woman, to run warm hands over Anna's body, and take Anna's ear lobe into her mouth.
Miss Casey asked whether Georgia was still determined to own a male slave. She broke the kiss to say, "Perhaps one of each would be a better idea."
Anna was barely standing of her own volition. Passion was galloping through her veins, and the women exploring her body were the ones holding her up. They switched again, new partners taking whichever liberties they wanted with her body. Anna luxuriated in another kiss, while two more pairs of hands explored her taut stomach, her pert breasts, her sodden centre.
The record finished, though any pretence at dancing had long since ended. Miss Casey took Anna by the hand and led her away from her latest partners, but not to their room as Anna expected. Instead, Miss Casey removed her skirt and knickers, then sat on the edge of an armchair, her womanhood gleaming wetly through her pubic hair. At her signal, Anna knelt, then Miss Casey put her hand on the back of Anna's head and pulled forward. Oral sex was an act that Anna had performed innumerable times on Miss Casey, but in front of so many strangers, it felt odd. As soon as lips met lips, her worries and inhibitions floated away. She was doing what she was born to do, on a woman she all but worshipped. She fell to licking and sucking with gusto, and Miss Casey responded.
There were comments from their watchers: remarks on Anna's enthusiasm, and how lucky Miss Casey was. Anna ignored them, as her tongue and lips sought to give as much pleasure as it could. She knew that she was the lucky one. While she performed, she heard one of the waitresses handed out drinks to the ladies. Miss Casey asked for a glass of champagne; Anna received no drink, having to make do with the fluids Miss Casey was providing. She concentrated even harder on her task, somehow more embarrassed at being seen by someone her own age. Dampness between her legs told her her own excitement was on display to everyone.
Miss Casey screamed when she reached her climax. After a loving kiss farewell to her womanhood, Anna sat up and thanked Miss Casey, but was ordered to stay on her knees. Miss Casey asked whether any of the other women would like to sample Anna's services. Once more, there was no shortage of takers for the offer. First up was Emma, who raised her dress and lowered her silk knickers. Anna immediately set to doing all that she could to blow the woman's mind, as her thanks for hosting the weekend.
While Anna concentrated on Emma's pleasure, Miss Casey dressed. "The advantage of a slave over a free lover, is their complete dedication to your pleasure. This is not a lover providing pleasure in a quid quo pro for her own release; this is a girl who lives to serve, who gains pleasure from providing it to others. And the advantage of a girl over a man, is that you get someone who knows what every touch feels like."
Emma soon shuddered to her own orgasm. Anna thanked Miss Casey again. Then it was Georgia's turn.
While Anna was enjoying pleasing her and learning her taste, Miss Casey said, "So Georgia, are you still intent on getting a male slave?"
Georgia took a deep breath, her belly expanding over Anna. "No. I was straight when I woke this morning, but now I just want a girl of my own. This one's tongue is heavenly."
Smiling at the compliment, Anna soon brought Georgia to a peak. After thanking Miss Casey, Anna was kept busy pleasing two other women.
Miss Casey said, "Now that you've been properly introduced to my friends, I think it's time for bed."
Anna stood and expected to retrieve her dress, but Miss Casey took her by the hand and out of the room still naked. In the hall, Anna picked up Miss Casey's heavy luggage, while Miss Casey took Anna's light suitcase. Miss Casey led the way up three flights of stairs, giving Anna a wonderful view of her bottom in its tight skirt. When they reached the top of the steps, they were in a dark, wood-lined landing, down which Miss Casey led the way a large bedroom. It was clean but quite bare - just a double bed, a couple of wardrobes and a dresser.
Miss Casey laid Anna's suitcase on the floor. "There's a bathroom down the hall. Hurry up and brush your teeth, then we'll go to bed."
Anna opened the suitcase and was surprised to see that instead of the clothes she expected, there was just a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. So that was why Miss Casey had insisted on switching suitcases; she didn't want Anna to feel how light hers was. And clearly, Miss Casey had known Anna so well that she was certain she'd agree to go naked, apparently throughout their stay.
Anna smiled, touched by how well Miss Casey knew her. "I love you, Miss Casey."
