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JULIA
We didn't get a call from Alice on Thursday. A good thing as it was Master's and Lisa's poker night and it was at our house. I didn't make Rhonda serve the winners. Instead she was part of the snacks. I tied her tightly to the dining room table, then blindfolded her. Whenever someone folded early or during any breaks they took, Rhonda was available to be licked orally. Like most slaves, being confined really released her to enjoy her sexuality as she had no choice in the matter. For three and a half hours, the players would wander over and lick her. Even the other slaves took an occasional turn. More often than not, she'd orgasm, squirming delightfully as they took turns tasting her delicious cum. I released her at 10:30 to shower and rest before she had to work. She could barely stand when I untied her, being restricted to a single position and the intensity of her orgasms leaving her weak. There was a puddle of her cum under her buttocks when I released her.
"Did you enjoy that, slave?" I asked. "Really makes the tension melt away."
"Fuck yes, Domina."
"I always find being tied and blindfolded makes me cum harder."
"Why?"
"Because we can hold nothing back. We have no choice but to surrender to our sexuality. Being tied down frees me to be the biggest slut I can be, and not knowing who's licking or fucking me makes it more erotic."
I helped her shower and she lay down on the bed for fifteen minutes before she had to get up and dress for work. The poker game was breaking up after she left.
"That was the tastiest snack you put out to eat tonight," Regina said.
Edward and Rob echoed her sentiments.
"I'm glad you enjoyed her. Something different for her."
"I wouldn't mind if she served as a snack every week," Jerry said. "Nor did Reneé mind dining on her cunt."
"I like to mix things up a little. I don't want her to get used to anything too much, Masters."
I kissed everyone goodbye as they left, then joined Lisa in fucking my Master before he went to sleep. He allowed Lisa and I to fuck as he went to sleep, provided we were quiet. Our cries of pleasure were smothered in each others cunts as Master slept.
On Friday, Alice called to say that Alex was going drinking with his buddies at seven. It didn't give us time to eat, so we put the food away. Rhonda and I went in her car, Lisa and Janet went in our car and Master and Chen went in Chen's truck. They stopped to get Subway sandwiches for the rest of us while we started our tail job. Janet knew the way to Alice's house so we followed her to get there before seven. The slaves dressed appropriately for driving out in public, but none of us had underthings on.
Rhonda initiated a group phone call. "I'm going to start the tail job. Both of the other cars need to park about a block away from Alice's. I'll be as far back as I can be to start the tail since we're in a residential area. If we reach an area with more traffic, I'll try to situate myself two or three cars behind Alex. The next one on the tail stay two or three cars behind me. That puts four to six cars between you and Alex, making you pretty obscure. I want another car on a parallel road running as even as you can to Alex. Being a few cars behind Alex means I could lose him at a traffic light, but hopefully we can catch up at the next one, but if not the parallel car can get behind him and pick up the tail if we can't. They should be on the same traffic light cycle.
"If Alex makes a turn on another street, I'll go past the street reading off the street name he turned on. The car following me will make the turn and we'll turn on the next street running parallel. The previous parallel vehicle needs to get into position to take over as the second trail car. We'll leave the phone call going while we're driving, so make sure you plug your phones in."
"This is more complicated than I thought," Master said.
"It's a good thing Alex isn't a spy or it would be hard as hell to tail him. Hopefully, he's not expecting anything and is rather oblivious and doesn't try to break our tail. We should be doing enough to stay off his radar."
We were parked a half block away from Alice's house by 6:45 PM. Rhonda cancelled the phone call while we waited, scrunched down in the seat so it wasn't blatantly obvious there were people in the car. I followed her example. She called the police department while we waited.
"Dispatch, this is Sergeant Meadows, badge number 692. I'm running a private surveillance. If you get any phone calls of suspicious vehicles involving my vehicle or a white Kia Cadenza, or tan Ford F150, license plates..." She rattled off our plate numbers, "...please ignore. They are also involved in the surveillance. Please notify Sheriff of same in event we leave Fresno jurisdiction."
"Copy, Sergeant Meadows." He read back the information which Rhonda confirmed. "Purpose of surveillance."
"Friend believes she has a cheating spouse. I'm trying to confirm for her."
"10-4, Sergeant. Good hunting."
After hanging up, Rhonda said, "Hopefully we won't have a police officer giving us away coming to the car to question us."
At 7:05, Alice called and said Alex was leaving. Rhonda sat up and started the car. "Call the others and let them know we're moving." A minute later, a red Mustang pulled out of Alice's driveway.
"That should be fairly easy to follow," Rhonda said. "Let the others know we're following a red Mustang tonight and heading West on Fedora. The tail lights on Mustangs are very distinctive. It will help."
We continued for a block, the street dead ending on Ezie. Alex turned left.
"We don't need to turn in the opposite direction do we?"
"No, not when there are limited choices. Most of the cars would have to go one way or the other. We're okay turning left. Just don't want to be right on his six."
"Six?" I asked.
"Right behind him. Master, go right one block on Dayton to Stanford and parallel Ezie going south."
"Check," Master responded.
We followed to the access road beside Shields, turned right and got on Shields at Stanford going east towards the airport. Master was behind us now. Traffic on Shields was heavy this time of day, so Rhonda slowly let Alex get several cars ahead of us. She kept up a running commentary of what she was doing so everyone knew.
"Okay, this is the first place we need to be careful. When Alex pulls off, I'm going to keep going straight. Lisa, you'll follow after, Master after you. I'll make the next exit after and circle around to you."
Alex turned north on Clovis, while we went straight Airways, past the airport to where it curved to the North on Peach which was going in the same direction as Clovis.
"Alex is turning left on Ashlan Avenue," Lisa said. "I'm going straight, Master's got his tail now."
"We can't get on Ashlan off Peach. We need the next left after," Rhonda said.
"Never mind that, he's turning right on Minnewawa," Master said.
"You have to stick with him, Master," Rhonda said. "No one else is in position now. We'll cut right on Gettysburg and try to get behind you. Don't make another turn with him, no matter what. Lisa, come right up Peach and take a right on Santa Ana."
"We might lose him if he makes another turn," I said.
"If we do, we do, Domina. If he's paying attention, another turn by Chen's truck would be a dead giveaway. Hopefully he turns left if he does turn, but he's heading toward residential sections so maybe we can pick him up again."
The second we turned on Minnewawa, Rhonda asked, "Master, where are you now?"
"We're on the traffic light on Shaw. Alex is still going straight."
Rhonda sped up a little, hopefully not enough to draw attention for speeding. A few minutes later, Master said, "He's turning left on Barstow. I'm going straight."
"Shit. Lisa if you haven't passed it yet, turn left on Villa. Get up to Barstow as quick as you can without breaking traffic laws."
"You told me just in time. Turning left on Villa."
It was three minutes before we could turn left on Barstow. Master had turned left on W Tenth and headed back to Barstow on Lind. We didn't see any Mustang tail lights.
"Call Alice, Domina. See if she knows about any friends or drinking buddies who live anywhere near Barstow and Minnewawa."
I called Alice on my phone, putting it on speaker and asked her if she knew of anyone who lived near there.
"My best friend lives in the Del Parque Apartments right off Barstow."
Rhonda and I looked at each other. "What's the apartment number?" Rhonda asked.
Alice told us and we told the others. "Look around the Del Parque Apartments, find building 203, see if you can find the Red Mustang."
A minute later, Master said, "I found it."