”“What?” I asked in shock. “Why would Squire Le Gris concern himself with such a thing? Please, leave at once.”“My master is outside,” L...uvel explained, “he wishes to see you.”Just then Jacque le Gris stepped through the doorway and closed our door behind him. I was confused and more than a little frightened.“Squire le Gris!” I shouted, protesting his presence in our home. “What is the meaning of this?”He walked across the room and grabbed my hand, pulling it to his breast. “My Lady,” Le Gris. Once she had buckled the cuffs on my wrists my hands could flap uselessly but I couldn’t release myself.“Sit on the bed and lift your legs,” she ordered.She pulled a roll-on girdle up and my legs, helped me to stand up, and eased it over my hands. The strong elastic held my hands gripped against my body but my growing erection was below the bottom edge of the girdle.“Sit down so I can blindfold you,” she said.She fitted a sleep mask over my eyes. I could have moved it off by rubbing my head on. "Ohhhh, maybe I shouldtake out your gag," he said sarcastically.He undid the strap and pulled the ball out of my mouth. Again a hugepuddle of drool followed, and I breathlessly began begging. "Please fuckme, Sir. I'm so worked up and horny, please?" I don't know, girl, I think you should thank me for spanking you." Thank you, for spanking me and teaching me to be a good girl, Sir," Iquickly said.He smiled like the cat who just caught the canary. "I meant thank me morepersonally." Whatever you'd. Sheepy-p*o looked sooo good. Didn't you Sheepy-p*o? Yes, good Sheepy-p*o...Pete: Will you let up, it's a fuckin' inflatable sheep!Carrie: Did someone say fuck? I wanna fuck!Charles: People! People! Calm down. Let's act like civilized humans. Go on, Bob.Bob: Thank you. Anyway, Sheepy-p*o looked so good dressed as a schoolgirl in her plaid skirt that I took pictures of me and Sheepy-p*o and put them on the net. She looked even better than in her French maid outfit. I sang "Mary Had A Little Lamb".