Mrs. X took me to this room to get my mask and also take off all my clothes except for my boxers. Then I was told to meet them in this room where they...had chairs set up in a circle. The guys were told to sit while the women were lined up against the wall. The women were all masked but were all gorgeous. They work this short red Christmas miniskirt and a very revealing top. Mr and Mrs X then asked for everyone’s attention. Mrs. X then told everyone that we are playing a little game of musical. I hadn’t lived 55 uneventful years so far to die today.The noise and shouting died down, replaced by sobs and crying. I ventured a quick look around, finding that there were a few women lying in the floor, and this crazy looking bald guy.He paced back and forth ranting and raving in some foreign language.Then in broken English he yelled “I want all your phones, wallets and purses in a pile here”. He grabbed a young redhead girl dragging her to her feet, telling her to collect our stuff in one. You send me up stairs to get something and I bring down your favorite blue dildo. Walking down stairs with it between my legs flopping with every step, again the room falls into laughter and I hear you with a “you wish, baby”. We carry on about what we do with them and how we go about using them. You tell your stories, she tells hers and I say a bit about mine.With these two toys on the table and our conversations’ things get turned up a little and someone wants to see the whole arsenal of. The top of the outfit was cut to expose maximum cleavage, and made of a very thin sheer white fabric, actually similar to what her stockings were made of. She had put on a see-through bra — breasts the size of hers needed a bra — so if you looked closely enough you could see her nipples through the two layers of sheer fabric. I’m the naughtiest schoolgirl ever, she thought, smiling as she examined her beautiful reflection in the mirror one last time before heading out the door. As had been.