I was discreetly, or so I thought, wearing a pair of Womens panties that I had gotten into the habit of wearing when I was strung out. I loved the fee...ing and I felt sexy in em. I was really getting into my book while trying to rub one out quietly. I was getting into it. I was than starting to play with my ass by rubbing it and gently fingering it. So here I am stroking my cock, fingerings my ass while wearing panties. I must've been so into it lost that the next thing I know, my roomier saying. I am in a 4 x 4 meter room, right with a single bed almost in the center. On one side is the door that leads to the hallway and on the other the automatic door that opens for the bathroom and shower. I am not imprisoned, or kidnapped, or forced. I willingly accept all because I want to be the best sex toy for other women, girls, MILFs and even older granny women. I want nothing more than to be her doll, broken or not, it doesn't matter.All the walls of the room are upholstered including the. . even with 'plain vanilla-normal' senses." But why are things so quiet?" Dear, this is beyond even my ken." The woman paused, wondering whether to go on. "I do sense something, dear. But it's nothing concrete. It's like a sort of shadow, one that's hovering at the very edge of even my farthest-seeing perceptions."Anya's sharp look of interest was enough to prompt the venerable matriarch to continue. She took a deep breath. "I sense..." She thought about it, trying to capture the gossamer. Alana disappeared into her kitchen and as the door closed i dived at Megan, kissing her deeply and caressing her exposed flesh. She moaned softly as I bit her lip when we heard the door click and saw Alana stood in the doorway. She'd lost the robe allowing her now visible nipples to poke through the thin cotton of her night dress.'This doesn't seem fair' she said, striding over, my hand stroking Megan's leg as we both watched her. She bent down and stroked Megan's cheek before kissing her.