"I said, 'Yes, he turns me on more than any other person, regardless of age, has ever turned me on. And that is before he had sex with me.'" She blush...d again."Then what did they say?" I asked."They asked me if I understood about being a submissive. They asked me about my history with men. I'm not sure why, but I was completely honest with them. Your mother made me feel really at ease. They asked me what I felt my future with you was. I told them that I didn't know, and unfortunately, I didn't. When an attractive man came in they would flirt outrageously with him, then giggle about it together in the kitchen. Vera had never felt more like she belonged anywhere. She was…happy. She had spent a lot of time over the years wondering where her next meal would come from, where she would sleep that night. She thought she was strong and independent but now she was beginning to realize that she was just lonely and distrustful. The life she was living was strange but Vera felt oddly settled.. Thora’s moans and sighs were just lovely, and it drove Clara to greater heights, feeling the frantic heartbeat pulsing through her veins.Sigurd moved away now, as and much as Clara missed the heat of his muscles pressed against her, she was lost in the silky smoothness of Thora’s flesh to protest. He laid down some cloth, making up a makeshift bedding for the three of them to enjoy.“Why don’t you to lay down, then we can figure it all out,” Sigurd suggested, with arms around both women as they. Maybe that was for the best. Even if I knew what it would do, I would still have had to press the button. Harold Guthrie would enjoy hearing the bound woman in the metal globe scream. He might even push the button a couple extra times just to hear the sound of her screams.My slave came running up to my table. “Do you have a menu?” I asked. “I might be in the mood to try something new.”She replied, “I can recite the menu for you. Do you want food or beverage?”“Beverage,” I replied.“Beer, wine,.