Janet was again imprisoned in the cell. Sitting on the double bed, she realized that it was not the single she hadslept in the night before. Janet no...iced a long lump under the quilt. Quickly she lifted the covers and was shocked to discover Tiffany bound andgagged. The other slave girl had a collar chained to the same ring asJanet herself. A ball gag prevented her from uttering a sound. Leatherstraps held Tiffany's legs closed, along with one at her elbows. Janet quickly undid the straps. From the look of intense pleasure on her face it was certainly working it’s magic. I couldn’t help myself. I moved my hand under my dress and slipped a hand insde my panties. Oh my god, I was soaked. I could feel the warm moistness in the gusset of my knickers coating the back of my hand as I slipped in first one then two fingers into my aching slit. A small involuntary whimper left my mouth, I couldn’t help it, I felt like I could orgasm at any moment. As I watched Jen, she slid the toy into. Her fingers instantly let go of the paperclips, and I let out a relieved sigh. “She’s a gem,” Cass told my girlfriend, “but you’ll have to watch out for her. Everybody will want a piece of her, and she’ll be easily snatched up.” Anne nodded. “I know, but there’s no use in putting it off.” Cass pulled the hem of my skirt from between my fingers and let it fall down to cover my front side again. “Be careful, and have fun!” “Thanks, Cass.” Anne jostled me lightly. “Thanks, Ma’am.” The door slid. Not that it matters. I am me, she is she, we know the differences, and whether we are Tegan and Kirsten, or Kirsten and Tegan, it doesn’t matter. We are in our twenties now, both 5’4’’ 110 pounds, skinny with short dark hair and small elfin features. We aren’t completely identical of course, no one is I guess. Kirsten’s face is a bit narrower, her boobs a bit bigger. Everything else on our bodies is the same, and believe me we have gone over each other with a fine tooth comb many times. I.