Of course, it's useless to me, little sissy cock boy. No real womancould even feel that tiny little thing inside her! What do you have tosay for you...self, you silly little sissy?"In response to her demand, I began what I knew would be an unacceptablereply: "I, I, I'm sorry, Lady..." My head was bowed and my eyes on myhands clutching each other at my knees. "Oh, be quiet, naughty slut!" she cut into my apology. "I'll take careof you when we get home." She started the car but then looked. The big cape that covered me like a tent hid both me and the chair I was in from view. I reasoned that if I got found out anyway, I could always act like I was just scratching a mosquito bite on my thighs or something.Alexander and I kept the conversation going while the pad of my middle finger brushed against the white cotton and gently, almost imperceptibly, stimulated the puffy flesh underneath, coaxing some wetness from it. My heart hammered a little in my chest. There was a definite thrill. You know your slave could have dried you off," Brandi said as they walked."A little water isn't going to hurt them. I just have to get your hot little cunt down to the game room," Mike replied, turning to lead the girl down a dark narrow set of stairs.Mike flipped on the lights at the bottom to reveal a dungeon, complete with rack and pillory. One wall was covered with implements of torture, some Brandi recognized, the whip, tawse, paddle and a selection of canes. There were many she had no. Calm and patient and thoughtful.' She wriggled off my lap. 'Go back to sleep. Maybe you'll need your energy when we're in Salzburg.' She ran her hand down my cheek again and left, humming quietly.Our plans solidified. Frau Kurtz was told to book a suite and to hire a car so I could get us all down there in comfort and on the Tuesday of half term I watched the kids piling luggage into the boot. Trudi came and stood by me.'I wish I was coming too. The party's on Thursday and it's going to be.