Still blindfolded I follow awkwardly, carefully stepping over where Iremember the lip of the wardrobe being. I guess I don't have to worry toomuch, Mi...tress Thorne is guiding me well, as I'm lead back into theliving room."Stop!" Mistress Thorne orders when I am positioned to her liking. "Now,let me see..."I feel her against me, her hands running around my hips, around mychastity. Then it's unlocked and she takes it away... leaving my cockdangling between my legs."Hmm..." she says and I feel her. Almost immediately it began to feel better and my pussy-pricker responded by growing to an impressive length and as hard as the Rock of Gibraltar, so I began pleasuring it with one hand while, as most females say they do, playing with my nipples, which had become quite rigid, with the other hand. I was immensely enjoying myself in what I thought was my privacy when I heard a gasp and some groaning and moaning from somewhere close by. I looked around to try to determine where the sounds had come. " said Dorothy. "Well, I owe you one." Jen said, and hung up. "You certainly do, you foolish little cunt." said Dorothy, almost home. "You owe me your husband." She thought with perverse amusement how Gregg would now have to invent excuses and cover-stories for Jen if he and Dorothy were going to rendezvous. She wondered how good at that he actually was. The first thing Gregg would try to get from Jen was a full body, frontal nude pic of her, standing. Dorothy had demanded it of him and it. When he was done, he went back into the living room. The plastic bags clinked as he set them by the back door. He put his steel toed boots back on, drank the last beer, checked his pistol and came for her. He unhooked the leash, then undid one end of the heavy chain. He lifted her up by it, then held it low, keeping her off balance. He leaned the shotgun against the door frame, and opened the door.He picked up the shotgun and started down the porch stairs. Bent over like she was it was a moment.