She pulled on them with both hands, the chain in the center rattling as she made eyes at her husband.‘The fuzzy cuffs again?!? But there’s so many...other things in there ... Why not the ropes? Or the arm-binder?’Richard sighed internally, but he made no visible show that he was disappointed.“Alright lover boy, turn over! Face down, ass up!”Her commands were enough to coax a genuine smile from him. Maybe she was in the mood for some strap-on play? Perhaps she’d even upsize tonight!“Yes, Mistress. You love me, because you care about me and I care about you too, but right now I am telling you, that I love you — I am in love with you. Now, are you OK with me telling you that?”“Oh my, Kalista — That is wonderful that you think you love me enough to tell me this, but I am in love with Claire and it wouldn’t be fair for me to tell you anything other than, I love you like a little sister.”I went on, “The same way that Claire and I need to be careful about kissing in front of others, you and I. .. thoughts of you and of me. I lean up against the door frame and imagine you touching my body as I softly touch my breast through my shirt. I brush my nipples... amazed by how erect they become. I unbutton my blouse... barely touching my fingertips to my flesh. Placing my hands under my breasts, I raise my nipples to my mouth. My tongue darts quickly over them in turn... a moist trail of saliva. I open my mouth and gently suck my right nipple into my mouth... softly touching my teeth to my. We’re slave girls. We were trained after we were kidnapped. It was when we were fifteen and a half years old,” Amber said. Abby merely nodded her head.“How long ago was that?’ Roger asked.“I don’t know, Master,” Amber whispered. “I don’t know what day, month or year this is.”“Do you mean to tell me that you have no idea what the current date is, or how long you have been slaves?” Roger asked.“Yes, Master. That’s correct. We’re only happy to be alive and know that we’re having a baby. Babies are.