They checked in on me from time to time over the next few hours, as if waiting for the show to begin. I guessed the spectacle of a young girl chained...in this penthouse was a common enough occurrence for them to assume my waiting here was voluntary - part of a sex game.Which I supposed it was. I just hated the prospect of whatever John was going to do to me being seen by them. I would have happily crawled into a hole and died right there and then.That option, unfortunately, wasn't available. ..She turned back to me, very serious. "Will you explore being a girl withme, Andy? Is that something you want?"My fears quailed, but my heart and my mouth instantly said, "Yes." You know what that means?" she asked. I shook my head "no".Sarah smiled. "Well, we will explore what it means together..."Sarah took the maids outfit from me and laid it on the bed between us,then stood up motioning for me to stay.She went to my dresser and pulled open drawers till she found panties,lingerie, which. All of them were solo practitioners. They had a common receptionist, but all of their business interests were separate. He headed to his black 2013 Hyundai Azera. He was dressed in a taupe Pronto Uomo modern fit suit, white button-down shirt, red tie, and tan Joseph Abboud plain-toe Oxford shoes.The six-foot-one-inch, one-hundred-eighty-four pound, caramel toned man headed out of the parking lot. He was aided by the sounds of the GPS on his phone. On the drive, he got a call from his ex-wife.. It was followed by an animalistic growl when her hand moved over her trimmed tuft of hair, just above her bare lips. She then slipped a finger into her wet center. Her finger was stirring her juices and she brought the finger up to her lips to lick off the nectar and then plunged the finger back into her pussy. She saw him shift in his seat in her peripheral vision and she let out a quiet, sinister laugh. When she removed her finger from within her once more, it glistened with her juices. With.