I spent maybe fifteen minutes, naked from the waist down, holding my track pants in one hand, my panties in another, trying to decide. Then, the phone...rang. Unknown caller, again. Trembling, I pushed the button and held it to my ear. Yes? I answered, my voice shaking. Where are you? the now familiar voice of the mysterious woman asked. At home, I answered, whispering without really knowing why. Good, she said. Do you have your toys ready? I looked around, panicked. Yes… I said, pausing. I didnt. He took particular joy in the chestnut trees: their big, dark, sticky buds breaking out into delicate, soft, green parasols of leaves which would later be huge. Later he would glory in the early delicate green of the beeches.His life with Sharon continued but had settled down to more of a routine. There was nothing less passionate about their love-making but there were no more dramas like Louise. Richard did take her out to a pub a couple of times and they found themselves at ease, enjoying. So Master gave her a second chance.”“What, what did she do?”“Nothing… and that was the problem. She just let Belle walk out, didn’t even try to stop her. There are two things you must never do In Club Gomorrah Riley. Never try to escape the club, and never ever betray The Master. Both acts receive the most severe punishment there is, you get turned into a Sissy Fuckpig. Don't worry, you’ll get to see one soon enough.”“What are you going to do to her?”“Well, she was going to get her cage removed. It washed through my mind. I shuddered and bucked beneath Angela, my pussy convulsing about her plunging cock. I couldn't help myself. I was a slave to the pleasure, possessed by it just as much as Angela was.“Gods, yes,” groaned the karabasan through my Angela. “What a delicious cunt. A pure, priestess's cunt. I always wanted to defile one of Saphique's virgins. What a treat.”Angela thrust her cock back into my depths. I shuddered as the pleasure washed over. Wave after wave, churned by her.