But the most important and lingering question is where he got it.”“Maybe he found a crash site similar to the one Jonas found,” Danyelle offers....“I mean, if there was one couldn’t there be more?”“It’s possible,” the blonde murmurs as the elevator comes to a halt and the doors open accompanied by a ping. “I doubt that is the case though. In fact, I would bet that a piece of ours was stolen.”“But how?” Danyelle asks appalled. “I mean we have the best surveillance and security measures money can. " Yes Sissy Master," she replies, and slides my shoes back onto my feetagain, "Sissy Master must wear his heels when walking at all timesoutside the bedroom and bathroom." Okay right," I say thinking who's to know.. then looking and seeing thesecurity camera's in every corner of the room. Shit that's embarrassing!I push myself off the couch and head towards the other doors, which Maddyhurries to open before I get there."Please Sissy Master, I must open the door for you. I must serve you..."she. My eyes water and each violation of my ass draws a new, banshee-like howl from my lips.It is an indignity I would have tolerated more easily if he had at least had the courtesy of being brief. But he does not. The Russian pauses after what must be ten or twelve minutes. He is panting, I'm feeling nauseous and my anus is painfully swollen from the friction and stretching."One second," he tells me, painfully dragging the length of a solid two-thirds of his colon-destroying prick from my ass.. We also had a plan to convince John to go ahead with a thought we all three had discussed about having Jeannie join the two of us in a threesome. John and I were in swimsuits and relaxing by the pool when Jeannie arrived. She had just finished a workout at the gym and then ran the two miles to our house. Jeannie looked as cute as I have ever seen her. She was wearing a runners style white ball cap, but once she saw John and me, she took it off and revealed that her long blonde hair was braided.