"Finished, slut?", I asked, off hand."Y,,,y....yes, Master", she sobbed, as her wet panties plastered themselves to her cunt, outlinign her lips clear...y. "You pissed all through your nice panties tho, slut. What sort of disgusting, little slut does that?", I asked."This cunt is just a disgusting little pisswhore, Master", she answered, still sobbing.I took a handful of her hair and lifted her to her feet again, then marched her over to my entry way, standing her so she was facing the front. That’s not fair to anyone else in the house. You voluntary agree to six weeks of restriction to get your head straight, and I’ll give that to you,” he promised.My husband sighed in disbelief.“Will I have sex with anyone else?” I asked. I meant to ask if I would have to have sex with Justin, but I was too afraid to say what I meant.Justin laughed and answered, “Yes.”He didn’t clarify, and as I was about to ask a follow-up, I heard the familiar sound of a cop car behind us as the siren beckoned. To one side was the cottage and on the other a range of outbuildings with a large barn at the end. It was to the door of this that Wendy led the way.When she reached the door she fumbled in her pocket for a moment, took something out and then opened the door. Inside there was a man working on something with his back to them. He turned to say something and then stopped.“Who are you?” he asked.At this point Anne realised that what Wendy was holding was a small automatic pistol.“Never mind who,”. Unluckily, every member of society had joined together in this one place for the final celebration. The heat was suffocating. The smell of mingled perfumes insufferable. At one and thirty years old, and heir to a modest fortune that left him with highly enviable ability to choose his own occupation, Lefone was a catch that left many mothers nagging their husbands to make his acquaintance. His ability to keep much of his less desirable experiences between himself and his encounters left his.