Except on those nights when she had company in which case she skipped the shirt.Since the power was still off, she turned on the battery powered radio...and settled on the couch with the book she had been reading on the train. Another hour had passed by the time she looked up at the clock, noticing that it was already 8:15 and still no power.It was then she heard someone knocking on the door across the hall and the sound of muffled voices. A minute later came a loud knocking on her own. Would she notice. I had to find out so I withdrew my hand from my pussy, I was covered in my wetness and I very lightly coated the scones with my juices and then went to wake Diane up.By now I was as excited as a child on Christmas morning, sure I was a bit worried how she'd react but I could always explain it away as a stupid practical joke I figured. As worried as I was about her getting upset at me, I was almost more worried about her enjoying the taste of me on her breakfast scones. I. ? I didn?t agree but couldn?t argue and left her to carry on chatting while she applied ointment to my bottom and face. She left a supply of bedding and toiletries so I had a few more comforts than on that first night. For two weeks they kept me imprisoned in that cellar and for the last week, Jez and Steve visited twice and day and raped me. ?It?s to get you used to your new way of life, Lucy. You need to learn how to respond to having a man?s prick inside you and make the client feel that. Your eyes go wide with the increased fullness. I push into you. Holding my hand vertically provides the easiest access and my fingers slip into your gaping wet pussy. I slowly rotate my hand as I stroke in and out. I move slowly to allow your pussy to accommodate my hand. I move to you g-spot. My middle finger is able to push directly on it while the other fingers fill your pussy. I bring my thumb to your clit and rub in unison with my probing. Your pussy clenches tightly around my hand.