" I told you that there was going to be no more of that and I meant it!" she said."I don't see why not - I promised you that I wouldn't tell anyone an... we didn't hurt anybody. Please let me watch," I entreated. I could see her wavering"Please let me' I continued."I think it absolutely disgusting" she said, "But I suppose it won't hurt anyone. Its a waste of time going way over there - we might as well just pee here." You know that I think this is sick," she said as she pulled down her shorts. So I was going to see how far it would go. We ended our chat that night and I got to work on some tasks for her. I let her be for seven days, then I messaged her and asked how things were going. Funny, because she messaged back telling me how grumpy Bill has been not getting laid. All while she was having to change panties two times a day because of how fucking wet she had been working on her task for me. Rachel sent me a pic of her pussy and her panties and oh my goodness, she was truly. Britt had driven Abby to a shop called Her Mistress’s Closet. The mannequins in the window sported all manner of leather and latex. It was the kind of establishment from which Abby would have averted her eyes in the past, recoiling at the depravity of those maladjusted souls who frequented it. Now her heart skipped a beat. Britt ushered her in and Abby stopped at the threshold. The shop was tastefully decorated, completely devoid of the seedinessAbby would have imagined. ‘Hi, Britt,’ greeted. I smiled nervously then turned to walk over to it feeling a slap on my ass as I did. I reached the stump and knelt down in front of it, I felt his hand pushing gently at my back down onto the warm wood heated by the summer sun. He pulled my hot pants and thong down to my knees and gave me another slap on my ass now spread your ass cheeks for me baby he said. I did as he asked and I felt his finger touch the small of my back and slowly run down my back and the crack of my ass, when he reached my.