Personality wise, it was hard to say. She had two. I had been living with her about six weeks when I met Sherry #2. She was a classical multi-personal...ty. Sherry #1 was sweet, adventurous, loving and playful. Sherry #2 was a bitch, cruel, dominant, spiteful, and vindictive. She would never remember her other personality, and even when I showed her the teeth marks she had made in my arm, she refused to believe it. Why did I put up with her? Simple, she was exciting. I never knew who I would be. He yanks down on my puppy tail butt plug and I wince asit stretches my ass wide. It hurts and makes me whimperand whine as I grind my pussy against the chilly floor.I haven’t orgasmed in hours and my clit aches. When he runs his fingers through my hair and over myface I lap at his fingers with my tongue, tasting mypussy from earlier probing. He throws the rubber toyacross the room again, smacking my ass hard as I try toscurry across the room as graciously as possible, thistime depositing. He alternated buttons. One off, one on, back and forth for a couple of minutes. Then each one a little longer at a higher setting. He watched her excitement grow rapidly. She went from gripping her chair to squeezing her thighs together. When she couldn't hold it in any more and she let a whimper and a moan escape, he turned everything off. "Oh fuck!" she whispered. He laughed. The waiter retuned with their drinks and he turned the volume way up. If it wasn't for the chatter and the music. If we were lucky, we could then call in some help from our own timeline and hijack a lot of stolen gold, and maybe even some other stuff.The mob of people, except for the wagon drivers and a couple of other men, filed out of the room. That's when the floor started to move. The floor slowly dropped about 60 feet to a level where there was a large section of wall missing. Our driver moved out toward the opening in the wall, and our luck still held: our wagon was the last in line.We rode for what.