Justine looked at her watch. "It's almost three. Let's go to the café by the quad and then head over to my place."

Before I could answer I was being lead off arm-in-arm by Justine. I looked back to see what the guys were doing. They had split up and some moved on to other girls. "Doesn't it bother you that they can talk to you one moment and then start hitting on another girl as soon as you walk away?"

"You get too attached. It's not like I'm going to do anything with them. That's what I have you for. You are my personal booty call."

She actually patted my bottom. I've never been referenced as a booty call before. "I don't understand why our Mistresses don't have a problem with us getting together?"

"I told you we are sister slaves. Besides they are most likely fucking each other's brains out every chance they get."

I don't know why but the thought of them together made me jealous. Not like I thought Mistress would leave me for her, but that she was with her without me. "I want to be her source of pleasure."

"What?"

Oh shit did I say that out loud? "Nothing, I didn't say anything."

"Yes you did, you jealous little cunt." Justine started laughing at me. "I can show you how to be that for her. But once you do, you can never go back."

"What do you mean?"

Justine opened the door to the café. "We'll talk more when we get home. It's too much to get into right now."

I didn't want to let it go, but I knew she was right. I really didn't want everyone in the café up in my personal business. "I'm buying."

"Cool."

As usual Justine got a latte, nonfat of course, and I got a mocha and maple scone. I swear maple scones are the greatest food ever created. I think I love the smell more than the taste.

We looked around but couldn't find a place to sit so Justine suggested, "We really should be getting back."

"Yeah, it is getting late."

Of course Justine had to park at the very end of the parking lot. We could have walked home in the time it took us to get to her car. On top of that we spent five minutes looking for her car, because Justine forgot she drove Mistress Kimberly's car.

We pulled into the driveway just behind Mistress Kimberly. I wouldn't say she was in a bad mood, but she was definitely stressed. She got out of the car holding two dress bags. "Good you are back. Both of you go shower and I'll be in with your outfits."

I know it really wasn't my place to ask, but not knowing was killing me. "Excuse me Mistress Kimberly, but who are we meeting tonight?"

"That's not your business. Just go get ready." Mistress Kimberly is known to be a bitch. But this time she came across as more nervous than bitchy. Whomever we were going to meet had to be someone very important to Mistress Yvonne and Mistress Kimberly.

I knew better than to say anything more. I stayed close to Justine and followed her to the master bedroom. I sat down as Justine started undressing.

Justine glanced over at me, "Do you plan on showering in your clothes?"

"No. I'll just wait until you're done."

"Bitch, get your silly ass undressed. We don't have time to shower separately. When Mistress is like this it doesn't take much to piss her off."

I stood up and started undressing. Although I no longer had the fear of Mistress Kimberly I had when I first met her, I still get nervous around her and I may have already pissed her off.

Now I enjoy a steamy shower, but I never had a shower spill steam out of the door before I get in. I have never been on a shower quite like this one before. It had four shower heads, one in the front, one in the back and two on the side. The shower heads on the side detached so you can move it all around your body. Each of the heads could be set to pulsate.

Justine turned so I can wash her back. I poured some body soap onto one of those organic sponges and soaped down her back. I was going to stop at her lower back, but she slightly stuck her ass out and I couldn't resist. I knelt down and soaped her tight ass. She spread her legs apart as I slowly worked my way down between her thighs. I so wanted her, but I dared not risk it.

Justine let out a frustrated sigh, turned around and pulled me up by my hair. She pushed me backwards and pinned me against the back of the shower wall. The water from the nozzle above us ran down over my head and face.