Right before we left the apartment, you bent me over the table and pulled down my panties. I remember the feeling, cold and strange, as you filled the...anal syringe with a generous helping of lube, inserted it squirting the lube deep inside and then worked the butt plug into my ass while fingering my spasming pussy. All the while telling me in detail what you were going to do once this plug came out. Mmmmm... even the memory was making me wet. The sounds of the flushing toilets brought me back. Sure he is. Why don't you come in and see what he's wearing for you? Silk stockings and panties and a hot little balconette bra that'll get all the men going. Won't she be impressed, Tom? Open the door, let her in. Show her what a little slut you are. Maybe she'll let you be her girlfriend for a while. Maybe you can have lesbian sex together.But Mandy went away before Elly could convince him and Tom got to moving again, ignoring the phone when it rang - the girl was certainly persistent -. Reason returns. I'm outside again! I'm outside in dragagain! I'm outside in drag and a diaper again!I grab hold of one of the brick columns on the porch and steady myself.Owens is gone. I need to call the police. I think. I need to get in thehouse. I need to hide. I can't be running around like this... can I?I scan the street. No one's out right now, but the lights are turning.Doors will open in a second. I can't be here. I dive back into the houseand fall again. I slam the door using just my. "What's wrong? Do you miss the temple? Do you wish you were back there?"Zophia's hand flew to her mouth. "Oh, no, master! It's true I learned a lot, but no, I don't miss it, not at all!" Thompson suspected that Zophia's temple experience had been quite different from his daughters', probably more like a boot camp in skirts.Thompson asked Zophia what was troubling her, but her answers were vague, and when pressed, she became almost jesuitical in her equivocation. At this Thompson felt himself.