It was Zoe.“Come Suzy, for this afternoon you are all mine.”Mila gave me her special smile and touched her fingers to her lips as I followed Zoe b...ck into the house. Once inside Zoe took my hand I followed her to the study, the place where it all began. I had lost all awareness of my nakedness. I was nothing now. A pounding heart certainly, and a cunt still hot and red and engorged, but otherwise nothing.Zoe spoke. I was going to be hurt. Real pain. First I was to return to my room and shower.. The looks, the pointed ignoring of the object by being busy on her computer, the glances of interest, until finally the desire to know outweighed the hideous author and she read the note.He was relived she had chosen to read it. It was a gauge for him to see if she was more submissive or more stubborn. A stubborn women would have just tossed it, in that case he would either have to step up training or abandon it all together, but no she had chosen to read his words, to see what he had to say. He looked at me as he snapped off the gas torch and said “would I mind being that somebody as it seemed like a plan?” I was about to answer when the women phoned on the mobile and wanted picking up, I said “Ok “ to both and left him to clear up as I went to fetch the shoppers. It was after tea that I went over next, an article I had found for him in a magazine; we sat in the kitchen Ada fussing around as women do while we discussed the finer points of the model, when he suddenly switched. Michele's earrings and necklace glittered in the dim light.One of the men noticed her anklet glittering and reached out and caressed her ankle and then slowly ran his hand up her leg to her stocking top, stopping briefly to play with her garter strap and then continued up her thigh until his hand rested on the front of her panties."She's wearing pantyhose under her panties and stockings guys; looks like this whore will need to buy a new pair tomorrow," he chuckled to the others.Michele wriggled.