"I wished I could be confident but something was happening to me downbelow, something which made me glad that Oona had fixed a pad into thegirdle she ...ade me squeeze me into."Oh my gosh I'm wearing a panty girdle and it feels so secure and I'm sogiddy". I said that to myself in what I identified as my new littlethinking voice but I think she sensed it. I mean it was like we werehaving soo much fun! And then, well gosh it must have been thecombination of all the sensations I felt from wearing. And this was the first thing she liked in me. As days passed by, her life was getting worst. Her husband used to return home late nights, high on alcohol, insulting her, thrashing her and blaming her for infertility. Yes, it has been 5 years and they didn’t have any kid. She was considered useless by her in-laws for not able conceive.One day, the late night fight between husband and wife got too loud and alarming. Everybody had come out on street. I couldn’t take it anymore and crashed into her. She must have dozed off, maybe even fainted.With her orgasm gone, her own feelings returned with a vengeance. The remorse and humiliation of her acting out, again, washed over her.“Don’t feel bad.” Rebecca told her, seeing her troubled face, “Go fetch a glass of water and clean yourself up a bit. That will do you good.“No shower; clean only your face. I want you to still reek like Cutty wants to. You did quite a number on yourself. You just be glad there was no big dildo in the vicinity, or. It is quite the biggest thing I have ever had in my ass and I squirm, you press me hard against the door and push the plug harder until my tight entrance gives way and sucks it in, once in it is firmly held as it tapers down to a small stem at the end and my ass closes around it. You then begin to paddle me, each stroke aimed at the plug pushing it in further and warming my cheeks all at the same time. ‘Two holes sorted slut, only your dirty little cunt to go’. Letting me down from the door.