We were back in the lounge listening to Brahms when the doorbell rang. I was back on the floor, naked still wearing the dog collar and leash and Ken w...s lying on the couch, stroking my hair.I say the doorbell rang but it didn't really. Ken had his doorbell linked to his phone somehow and he could also talk to people who were at the door and unlock the front door with his phone to let people in. He was very high tech, Ken.I was in a dreamy, post orgasm state of bliss and wasn't listening to his. ." I didn't ask him what he meant, I was too busy enjoying the pleasure he gave, but his tongue slid north to my clit and began flicking against it. It was then that I realized his tongue was pierced, and each time it graced my clit it was like an electric current was riding through my body. "Fuuuck...." I moaned much more loudly. My greedy hips tried desperately to squirm against him, but he wouldn't allow it and tried to keep me held down. Over and over again his tongue hit me with this sweet. But during a zoom call to Sarah one day near the end of May, things changed for our family forever. Everything was great; Tom worked out in the background, which I had seen him do many times. I talked to Sarah about everyday things and how they were coping with being locked up together. Nothing out of the ordinary or unusual at all. That was until she said goodbye to me. I turned off the camera. I was about to sign out when I saw Sarah get up and walk away from her computer.Sarah had forgotten. " He must have seen the fear in my eyes and though I could tell he enjoyed it immensely, he reached out and wrapped a beefy, calloused paw around my slim waist, pulling me into his hard, lean physique. He whispered in my ear. "Don't worry, sweetie. I know how to treat my gurls, I won't hurt you......much. Heh, heh." Again, I was brought back to the realization that this whole situation was spiraling out of my control. I couldn't think straight, pressed up against the granite-like hardness of.