Stuff the phone inside me and then dial my number from another phone. But that's no fun. That's almost like masturbating. And I would lose the element...of surprise. No, I've got to get someone else to call me.Maybe I could put an ad in the paper. 'My cellphone is up my twat. Call me.' And then the number. But then I would have to keep it inside all the time. And maybe some idiot calls me at six in the morning! Yikes! Would have to specify a time. 'Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays from 6 to 8 pm.'. But her advances all seemed to be shunned. Eventually, one night after having been spurned once more, Sophie in absolute frustration of unsatisfied lust, got out of bed, grabbing her shampoo bottle as she did so, and went to the computer in their living room, and logged on. Opening up one of the pornography sites she began trawling through the lewd pictures while she sat, legs apart, fucking herself with her bottle. Her cunt was making squelching noises, as she masturbated with the bottle.. ’ Lilija’s lilting laugh rained through the air. ‘Misza, Misza. You have grown too accustomed to the ways of your former Lady. She must have been stern!’ Miszelah laughed a little herself. ‘She was more formal than you, by far.’ ‘I am glad you were able to come with me—I have never had cause for an attendant to travel with me before.’ Miszelah looked shocked. ‘My Lady—Lilija—it would be horribly improper if you did not have a female attendant travel with you! You are a woman. You cannot travel. I will begin leaving when I see you. You hesitate so we are apart. I will drop my keys a few tables away from them.” I watched her, anticipating an embarrassing scenerio being laid out for me. “You must follow my directions exactly, young lady. I will ask Joe later.” I nodded and waited. How did I so quickly go from Personal Assistant-lover to lover of the couple to a ploy to be used for exhibitionistic play? When she finished describing my actions, I swallowed hard and nodded.In the restroom,.