It was dark, outside and in, and she couldn't see anything. She tried the living room next. She could see the light from the kitchen coming through th... doorway, so that's where she went next. Bob and Gidget were sitting at the kitchen table, across from each other. They were holding hands. She could hear the mumble of their voices, and see their mouths moving, but she couldn't understand what they were saying. They looked like any normal man and woman sitting and talking."Circleton 911, what is. My parents hired her she would come every day early in the morning at around 8 and leave to work at another house at 1 and return in the evening to cook at 7. While working she would wear a long flowing skirt and a loose top that would show her sexy cleavage whenever she bent down I would always try to get a peek here and there whenever I could. She would notice this and hide her cleavage, every night I would fantasize and masturbate thinking about her. I got my chance after 3 months when my. She could feel it inflaming her clit, making it more sensitive. She squirmed about, trying to get some sort of relief, but, bound as she was, she couldn't. She whimpered in frustration as she hung her head down, the black phallus of her gag pointing toward her sex.The blonde lifted her head when she heard the door open. It was the man. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. He held a nasty-looking riding crop in one hand and the lunch that Mistress took away in the other."Heard you. Angie: well my favorite color is blue, that means i'm a cool laid back person. Red means you have a fast-paced firey personality. Black means your depressed, and white means you're really plain.Mark: well i guess i'm blue then.Angie: See, now everytime someone asks you what your favorite color is can tell them the truth. Mark: When your right your right.Angie: I am right, i'm alway's right. Mark: Oh no your not one of those girls are you?Angie: Like what girls.Mark: The ones who have to be.