I sometimes struggled with not being more open about beinga part of the LBGTQ community. I was pretty sure Sarah would veto themthough.The last group...looked to be a large family. Two of them were older,probably mid to late seventies and obviously grandparents of the fiveyounger kids aged from around five to ten years old. There were threemiddle aged males and two women to finish out the group, all looked tobe in their thirties, early forties top. As was a habit, I checked thehands for. She had shoulder length straight hair and wore a blue sundress. Her friend wore a red plaid dress that matched her hair.“No, but we can tell you’re important. We’ve never felt more certain about it, despite not recognizing you. Whoever you are, even if you aren’t important now, we’re both sure you will be soon,” the brunette replied.“By the way, my name is Alex. This is my sister, Cate, this is our friend who’s traveling with us, Gail, and these two girls are friends that drove up to meet us. She smiled as she watched me grow to attention and as she rubbedher hands gently between her legs and I could see her nipples growbeneath the spandex top.She reached out and touched me, just lightly, just a little on my softunderside and I quivered helplessly almost ready to explode but then itwas over and she was just standing there, a grin, no this time it wasdefinitely a smirk, on her face. "Follow me," she flatly said and walkedtowards the kitchen. Without even a thought as to what I was. They wentthrough the door into a most marvelous dungeon. It had just abouteverything a fetish slave could dream about. In the center was a strangecontraption. It looked like a wall except it did not reach to theceiling. In the center of the wall, above five feet from the floor was apadded hole. It looked much like the head and face rest for a massagetable. Just below that and a bit further out were two additional,smaller holes.Mistress Lani had him stand behind the wall and put his arms.