I went over to Helen's to meet a couple of her friends.She opened the door and led me to the kitchen calling to dadelyne a crossdresser"Put the kettle on." Madelyne was dressed in purple patterned cold shoulder tunic top with a grey skirt and nude tights. "And this Tania" Helen continued is our wamsub pointing at a man in a suit tied to a wooden kitchen chair . I looked againrealising he was blindfolded and had a ballgag in his mouth. She unzipped him and stroked him then turned and hitched up my dress revealing my stocking tops and flowery panties that I wore with my green velveteen backless minidress. "We are short of chairs" Tania said beckonning should sit in the wamsubs lap.. Feeling his cock press aganst I lowered my ass onto it trapping it beneath me where it twitched with frustration beneath me.

Sipping my tea I watched Madelyne rubbing cold margarine onto her feet and then up her legs making her tights glisten next her hands rubbng and stroking the margarine into her thighs, crotch and ass. Then she ent over to a bucket half full cooked and first put one foot and then the over into the bucket and stood still feeling the warmth through her tights.She cracked eggs and added 6 of them straight to the bucket mixing them in with her feet. Milk followed,Along with spaghetti which oozed down her legs into he bucket.Then she poured a dozen more eggs into the top of her tights and the cool slimy eggs slid down her legs. So engrossed was I watching her mix the slop for later that I didn't notice Helen approach me. As I turned she put a finger to her lips and oured a half cup of tepid tea into my panties his flow through onto the still blindfolded Wamsub who wriggled underneath me tricked into thinking I had peeded on him.

Meanwhile Madelyne kept adding to the slop gavy granules, treacle etc still mixing with her feet.We cut off wamsubs jacket, ripped open his shirt poured balsami vinegar over his shirt, removed his shoes and socks. We suffed the front of his trousers with a slimy rotten cucumber and poured balsamic vinegar over it , rubbing his crotch through his trousers. We finished cutting away his clothes and Helen placed a cherry pie in his lap for me to sit om.It was warm and his cock felt the warmth as it penetrated the pie