Really get her ready for it... she'd have an orgasm every time! She seems to think anything but straight fucking is dirty... and I get good and tired,...trying to convince her otherwise! Hell... I'm getting to the point where I don't care whether I fuck her or not! I just can't get as excited as I should! She's got such a great body... but she won't use it... for what it was designed for... for sex pleasure!He heard Lois leave for the bath house. Maybe... I'll try, again, tonight... to get her to. I could only imagine what was happeninginside her. I could hardly wait to get her home and release her to get acloser look and hear her thoughts on the night.I walked around for a while longer with her close behind me getting allgreat comments and compliments on my slave and her scene with Sage. Icould tell she wanted to tell me something but I was enjoying herfrustration and plight of this evening's events.When we got home I removed her blindfold and could see the evidence ofher tears and her. She boarded the train, and was whisked to herrendezvous. This time her clothes changed to something more Gothic. Herhair was covered by a black wig, Nails crimson as was her lipstick. Shewas dressed in a black leather corset and skirt with four inch thighboots. Her domino mask was black as pitch. She had a few whistles, butwhen she looked at them, they froze. Her look suggested whips, chains,and long evenings of being brutalized.The concierge took one look and gave her a room. Her number was. She took hold of the loop and gently rotated it. I could feel the beads rotating inside my back passage, but I wanted more. “Fuck me with it,” I whispered. “In and out, like you did before”. Slowly Penny pulled the beads out: pop...pop…pop. I felt my sphincter relax as each one emerged, but then I let out a squeal as she pushed them right back in again. “Oh cunting fucking cunt,” I swore. “Oh, you filthy girl,” said Penny, “Such language! I’m going to have to punish you.” And she slapped me.