One hand held the back of my neck, as the other forcibly rubbed the phallus between my legs from behind. ‘So you think I’ll give you another one, ...o you, slave?’ Madame hissed in my ear, her own voice harsh with passion. I nodded, knowing my role very well by this time. ‘Is this what the slave wants?’ Madame asked, pushing the phallus a few inches inside my now drenched passage. I panted loudly, trying to thrust my hips to receive more of its length, which proved impossible, as I was still. That's different I said. No it's not men always try to sneak a peek if they can. It goes with being a woman is what I'm trying to say. Well it still made me uncomfortable.Tomorrow is Monday and it's back to the grind any way. Georgia had been well accepted at the party, and now for the most part all the men I knew, knew about Georgia. My client would be back from the cruise tomorrow. And maybe I can put Georgia to rest, or maybe she will have to stick around a while longer. Mel was up early. She had on a corsetand a black cocktail dress that shaped her well, plus some modern 3"heels. Her hair was frizzy and well done, and her makeup was a tad muchbut she looked wonderful.With that she said let's get started.She first put my ankle cuffs on then my wrist cuffs. She looked aroundthe room and said I know. She led me into the closet and sat me on achair and tied me to it. She tied my hands behind me, and then roped mein pretty good. She blindfolded me and gagged me.I thought this was. Fury coursed through her, and she renewed sawing at the armswith a new vigor.She stopped just above the elbow. It was getting tedious.She and Jason looked at each other. Each of them was soaked in sweat andblood, and the hair on their heads was tangled, matted and sweat-soaked.They looked up at each other, smiled like Renton in "Trainspotting," whenhe's running from the police and gets hit by a car, and took a breather.Matt put her hand to her crotch...It was a good thing they'd been given red.