Kneeling at his feet, shefelt complete and wanted. She was a 24/7 slave. She was His property. One night He had some friends over, keeping her nude du...ing their visit. Thesewere friends of His that she had met briefly before. But He always had lefther behind when He went out with them. He had never brought them over to Hishouse before while she was there. At first she didn't know what to do, butit was soon clear that they considered her to be His slave. And as such, theyignored her. So all. Her pussy felt like it was literally dripping in anticipation. Kayla had experienced sex before, but always one on one and always as the one in control. Now, hands and arms bound, view obstructed and mouth silenced, she wasn't going to tell any of these large men what to do.Kayla was lead out of the shower room and into the main locker room. A draft was coming in from somewhere, she guessed a vent. Her body was still covered in water and the cold hair caused her skin to tense up and her nipples. We're all human; we all have to take care of ourselves as much we can and get help when we can't. I'm here to help."With that, Denise left the room, leaving Paul to do his business. He was blushing furiously when she came back, but she just went about cleaning up as if it wasn't a big deal at all. Her actions calmed his fears a little, but it still took a while for him to look her in the eye. When he did, he forgot all about the bedpan for she was looking at him with care and happiness. It felt. Now Gwen – as she preferred to be called – was a voluptuous lady about a size 20, still curvy with big tits and, as I had already found out, was a girdle lover. For a seventy year old she was fit, pretty and obviously dressed very well.So at 10.20 I rang the doorbell, toolbox in hand. “Hello Robert, come in, thanks for coming at short notice but my sink is bunged up and I cannot do anything with it”, was the message she greeted me with. “Don’t worry Gwen, I’ll soon have it fixed” As I went.