He was very gentle and just played with me as if I was his daughter, again nothing sexual, but making sure I wore several outfits, with him dressing m... every time. I never questioned why he just had her clothes in a bedroom and nothing belonging to her mother..When I visited him, I used to enter the house from the back lane, making sure that all was clear. Our little routine was that when I got there, I would get undressed put on a nightie and get into bed . He would come into the bedroom as if. She didn’t need a slave; they were a luxury and she’d always disdained living a luxurious life, though she had the power and status to do as she pleased and have whatever she wished. Besides, there was no point now anyway, she was sure Lycius had thoroughly spoiled her and a less skilled slave would just annoy her. She put the drink down and walked over to this man, unwelcome and unwanted in her private place, picking up one of her knives from the wall as she went, fine and perfectly. Her boyfriend caught her and now she feels like shit. I know we will be able to convince her to be with us. I can’t wait to taste her pussy. I bet she has a nice shaved cunt.”“I can’t wait to taste her tits. I bet she has nice perky nipples for me to suck on.”“I’ve got to go help her,” Cathy said to her husband.“Mrs. Brown the water feels so relaxing.”“I told you dear. You’re going to feel so much better soon.”Mrs. Brown poured water over my head and squeezed shampoo into her palm. She massaged. I also advised her to make sure George picked up a large black strap on dildo before Friday. With a final warning of no more hanky panky I said good night and hung up.In my mind I now formulated a sketchy outline of the performance for Friday night, but knew it was subject to change at the last minute or on the night. Tuesday and Wednesday passed quietly for me and so around 9.30 pm on Thursday I phoned George and Esther again. This time Esther answered and after the proper respectful.