At the moment, the scene had an unreal, almost mundane quality, but Emi knew that later, during the long, sleepless hours of the night, those images w...uld return to her over and over, twisting and shredding her emotions. Did Birch want Kayleigh? Did he long to fuck that tight cunt? She would never mention this, or ask him. She was afraid to know the answer. She trusted Birch completely in all things - she had to, there was no way she could endure as she did otherwise - and their. She would flush and wave her hands in mid-air, as if trying to conjure up courage or some sort of sense of inner strength to her strangely vulnerable side.Penny’s response was uniformly unfortunate; she would often ask if Amy needed something, if she was feeling all right, and if she needed an ambulance.Amy would shake her head, whimper, and insist she was fine.***For her twenty-fifth birthday, Penny brpught a tissue-wrapped Tiffany box to her table with a palate of starlight mints. Though. That she was building her ascendancy brick by brick into a wall that he would not be able to climb, that also disturbed him less than it should have done.Just one day!Georg had been just one day in the house and already she had him on more than a tight leash. Mary had become Madam and he had become her maid. The dress and petticoat did not upset him anymore and the tight grip of the girdle excited rather than discomforted him.She watched him eat the Hotpot that had become a Coldpot and hummed. Her mouth found a nipple and Kristy began suckling as a baby might of its mother."Feeling better this morning are we?" came the soft inquiry."Hmmm," replied the completely contented young woman."Then it is time I showed my appreciation for what you sacrificed last night. You were magnificent in your agony. I sensed your every physical and emotional pain, felt you violated, plumbed the depths of your debasement and humiliation. It was truly a memorable evening." It was for you, Mistress, only.