Of course (James's POV)

That night James told Britney and Kimberly his plans for the weekend. They were so pissed that he was going to bring them to one of 'those' parties that they stomped off long before he got a chance to tell him who was hosting the party. They both wouldn't say a word to him other than what was legally required to, all week, which was the 'Yes sir' or 'No sir' answers.

Before anyone knew it was Saturday at 6 pm, and both girls were together sorting through their clothes, trying to pick out what to wear.

Britney groaned, "I can't believe he is making us go to this thing," as she tossed a tan thong and bra set to the side. "Do you know what, we should wear our most hideous outfit just to get back at him?"

Kimberly grabs her daughter's hand. "Don't get me wrong; I don't want to go as much as you, if not more. There are likely going to be people at this party that I know and work with, and I will have to rely on this mask to keep them from knowing it's me. But you forget what I told you. The happier we make him, the easier our life is" She holds a simple red thong up before setting it to the side.

Britney continued to complain, "mom, I really hate this. Everyone keeps telling me if I just go with it, it will get easier. Well, I have been going with it, and I still hate it."

Kimberly let out a breath of air. "It is getting easier doesn't mean you will ever love it. But just give it time, and eventually, your mind and body will get used to his request." She finally picks out her outfit and leaves the room.

Forty-five minutes later, they are all in a long line of cars waiting to park.

Britney: "Wow, there are a lot of people here."

Kimberly: "Yeah, it's basically the who's who of every town in the area. Look over there; that is my boss's car." She points to the car that is currently being unloaded. Her boss gets out of the car with three women, dressed in only thongs, with their perky young breast hanging out for everyone to see, on his arms. None of those three can be older than nineteen.

Their car was next to unload, with James getting out wearing a full suit, while Kimberly got out of the car wearing a red lacy thong and panties set with matching red stalkings.

Britney decided to go a little more subtle with a black lacy thong and panty set

The three of them were quickly ushered out of the way as a more important guest was in the car behind them. The limo behind him held James's senator along with the senator's ten slaves, who were hand-picked for their beauty and now are all are dressed in nothing but face masks.

Kimberley was right; the convention center was filled with at least one hundred men who are the who's who of the area, with James being the least important person there. Along with the men were at least 300 women, most of which are slaves. At least half of the women that were slaves were dressed in nothing but a face mask, while the other half are dress in some of the finest lingerie or bra and panties set that is available.

To be honest, at least for James, no one could hold a candle to Kimberly and Britney even with them not wearing the best clothes. James proudly walks throughout the crowd with his two slaves on his arms.

Britney's nails nearly draw blood from James's arm when she sees 'That Boy.'

That Boy "Hay when you said you had slaves. You didn't say how drop-dead sexy they are." He tries to reach out to touch Britney's tits, but she steps away before he can reach her.

James pushes her ass forward so 'that boy' can reach "sorry about that, still training this one." 'That Boy' runs his hand over Britney's lacy bra covered left tit as he says, "Don't worry, my dad told me that it took him almost a year to train my mother, {if Carly Succeeded == false}, and it took me three months to finish training my first ****{endif}."

James notices his finger slipping under her bra. "So, what is actually going on here?"

The Boys smiles at James as his fingers find her nipple. "The better question is what is not going on here. There is a 'lucky drawing', and People trade their slaves for the night; some people over there are planning a ****/master orgy, and I bet there is more going on elsewhere. The only rule is that the ****'s mask must stay on." James notices the boy's eyes glance down to Britney's crouch.