..rolling her eyes she got off of me and wet to the dresser.She pulled out something and carried it to the bed. " If you really wantto be my slave, th...n I want you to put this on" I could now see that itwas a CB2000 Chastity belt. I felt my heart sink in my chest. " Where are the keys?" I asked. ' I must admit this scares me abit,....... your gonna let me out later right?' I asked nervously “Let you out you say? How dare you make presumptions on what Imay or may not do to you. Your my BITCH!. With her hair covering one eye she said, “You like?” She didn’t wait for my answer but went to the gas heater, squatted in front of it and turned it on. As I looked at her squatting there with her hair running down her back like a golden waterfall, my blood temperature must have risen by several degrees. She turned around and came up to me. She had that seductively crafty look on her face again as she started removing my clothes. I helped her and we finally stood in front of each other, totally. He was still talking to her, leaning over on his side, his thumb now under the material, his fingers teasing her with the massage all the while stroking just to the sides of her pussy, working their way closer to her clit but never quite on it.“This is amazing to watch,” Maggie thought. She could just tell how turned on the woman was getting. Her legs were parting wider and her ass was pushing up to meet his fingers. Maggie felt below the water, under her own bikini. She pushed her fingers. The journey lasted around thirty-five minutes and they travelled in silence, though they could hear the sound of women singing in another carriage. From the expression on Della’s face as they heard the tunes, Trudy guessed this was some of the other partygoers. In contrast to the great terminal that was Paddington, Cookham was a small, grey and redbrick affair that looked like an old country schoolhouse. Della & Trudy emerged into a nearby car park but saw nothing as yet that could be transport.