The door opened before Diana had time to collect her wayward thoughts.

"What's the matter, Diana dear?" asked her female slave master. "You seem surprised to see me," she added with a seductive smile, her dark-eyes glittering rapaciously as she closed the door and slipped her arm around the shapely girl's slender waist, walking her slowly into the room toward the pillow covered floor. "I thought that after our little romp in the garden yesterday you would be dying to see me."

"Oh, yes, yes, I am happy to see you," Diana replied in partial truth remembering the statuesque vixen's ardent love-making, the vivid recollection, along with her caressing hand at her waist and tummy, adding to the tingling sensations that had begun in her loins. "Is Mister Baline here, too?" she asked, trying to figure out what lurid and lustful scene the Baline's had planned for her initiation. In the two months she'd been with them, her only encounter had been with Claudia in the garden… and that was a damned tempting appetiser!

Guiding her by the arm, Claudia walked the black servant into the romper room where Mr. Baline lay sprawled out on the oversized pillows, a loose hanging smoking jacket embroidered in rich burgundies and deep purples covering his otherwise naked body.

"Hello, Baby," the big man greeted without getting up, his smile still prevalent as his flinty eyes raked lecherously over her young body. Then, he raised a small glass to his mouth and downed it with one gulp. "Could we get you a drink?"

"N-No thanks," Diana said, pleased yet at the same time, a bit too frightened by the awesome sight of him then, felt her pulse quicken as she realised he was about to relax his upthrust knee bracing his foot against the carpet… and when he did, she gasped out, the sight of his massive, hardened cock sending a mixture of apprehensive chills and aroused excitement up her back. "Goddd!" she exclaimed.