I held my hands up to slow her down.

“Whoa, whoa. Sam just got here and she's clearly had a bad night."

“ALL the more reason for Master and Matty's Little Cumslut to take

Tight-Ass Slut's mind off her troubles, doesn't Master think?" Belle asked with mock innocence.

“Tight-Arse Slut agrees with Matty's Little Cumslut," Sam laughed as she pulled my t-shirt off and started jiggling her big boobies, her

Aussie accent quite alluring as she pronounced “ass" as “ahss".

Belle grinned at me and licked her lips. "Now we REALLY need to get

Holly back to complete the Slut trifecta. Can Master imagine Tight-Ass

Slut and Personal Slut in a sixty-nine while Master pounds himself into them waiting for Matty's Little Cumslut to suck out Master's creampie?

Hmm, Master?”

I held my hands up.

“Master is perfectly happy to have Matty's Little

Cumslut and, uh, Tight-Ass Slut together. Master doesn't need to make this a foursome."

Belle turned and briefly kissed Sam before working her way down the platinum blonde’s chest and slurping a pink nipple into her mouth.

“Does Tight-Ass Slut want to suck Master's dick first?"

Sam thought about that a moment before shaking her head in the negative. "Matty's Little Cumslut can do that first. Tight-Arse Slut wants to park her tight arse on Master's face."

And so she did.

“Ah, Samantha. I thought I heard you screaming your pretty little head off last night," Mother said warmly as my two bed partners and I arrived downstairs for breakfast. "So nice to see you on a Monday morning."

“Good morning, Beverly," Sam replied just as warmly. "I'm glad you feel that way, and I hope you won't mind if I impose on your hospitality for a little bit Longer."

Mother looked puzzled at first, but she caught on fast once Sam started explaining her situation. As expected, she was more than willing to let

Sam stay for as long as she wished, and even remarked cheerfully, “If you marry Matthew you can stay forever!"

She was joking.

I think.

She also took Sam upstairs to her room to get a few clean articles of clothing. Sam had dressed this morning in the same shirt, jeans, and underwear she'd worn during her impromptu trip to my house last night.

She returned wearing the same jeans, but had picked up one of Mother's camisoles and a new button-down shirt, along with a stylish jacket over the top. I didn't really want to think too hard and wonder if she'd borrowed Mother's underwear as well.