Sultan watched them, on his feet now and following closely as they walked toward the bedroom. He saw them separate, the midnight haired one leaving the room while his mistress began to shed her covering. He sat down to look closely, the sight intriguing him. She would be all curved and white when she finished … like her friend who had trained him well … but, no, she was putting something over her, hiding the beauty he enjoyed looking at. Then she picked up the glass and drank from it. Her eyes were not normal. Her pretty mouth was pulled to one side. He whimpered …

«What's wrong, baby?» Carol said, moving forward unsteadily to reach down and pet her darling's great head. God, she was drunk! She was! And deliciously so! Oh darling, don't hate your Carol, but … but she just can't help herself! It's going to happen! I know it is! And … and I want it to! It's really going to happen …!

Peggy wore her bath towel around her, its upper ridge clinging and hiding no more than the tips of her full, thrusting breasts and dropping to her rounded, white mid-thighs. «Your turn, darling,» she said, her liquor glazed eyes flashing about the room as she moved into it, every place but on Carol!

«I'll only be a minute,» Carol said. «Make yourself at home, Peg … hop in, or whatever. There're some magazines there under the night stand …»

In the bathroom, Carol removed her robe and stepped in under the shower, wondering if she was losing her mind, or was there about to be another sensational milestone to wind up this day? Never in her whole life had she entertained more lustful thoughts or feelings than those possessing her at that very moment! Was she right about Peg? God, she was an admittedly passionate girl … but did she really want to do it with a girl? How would she, herself, react when and if it came right down to the very moment …? Oh … she was so damned drunk she couldn't even think straight … and hot … like the teenage bitches … cunts … Peggy had told her about!