Should she just leave? Go pick it up like it was no big deal? Too late! The woman reached down to pick it up, then immediately walked over to where Mi...anda sat. ‘I think you dropped something,’ she said, looking at the small white object in her hand. She made no motion to return it. ‘Y-Yes, I…uh…yeah,’ Miranda stammered. ‘I’m Heather. What’s your name?’ the woman asked quietly. ‘Miranda.’ It came out as a whisper. Then, just loud enough for the others nearby to hear: ‘Oh my god! Miranda! I. "Scoot yourself to the center, number 2," she command.Sandy sat herself down and wriggled her way to the center of the large bed. Her hands were still encased in a pair of tight leather bags that forced her hands into fists. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed as well and that made it a little difficult getting to where she had to be. When she had finished and with tears streaming down her face, she looked back up at the mistress."Now, I need you to lay down with your hands above your head number. Masterson is wearing a robe. She groans and whimpers once again, when the man finally takes his thumb out of her mouth and begins to untie the know holding the garment together. The robe slips off and Emily finds herself staring at hard abs and black boxer-briefs. Tears blur her vision and roll down her cheeks.She is close to hyperventilating, when Mr. Masterson reaches inside his underwear and takes out his cock. Frozen in shock, Emily watches Mr. Masterson rest his hardening member on her. To ensure her efforts would not be wasted she decided to let Andrew and Jackson know what she planned to do and what they would need to do to help her accomplish her goal. That afternoon when Denise got home from her after work workout at the gym she undressed, poured herself a glass of wine, and prepared and sent an email to Andrew explaining what she planned to do to accomplish the challenge and exactly what he and Jackson needed to do to help her do that. _______________ From: Denise Johnson.