“Mistress Emma,” she said next, bowing to Emma.Brent swallowed hard and started choking; whatever Emma had told him to prepare for clearly hadn’... been enough. Emma was a bit more controlled, but her wide eyes told me that she wasn’t expecting a fully naked Jess and me at the door to greet them. Well, she’d learn to always expect the unexpected when Jess was involved.“Please, Sir, Mistress, come in,” Jess said, stepping aside and waving them in.Jess hadn’t prepared me for the whole Mistress. Immediately, she pushed her awareness outwards through the house, seeking any presence other than her Master. Finding none, she sighed in disappointment before throwing back the latch to her coffin and lifting the lid. It was too much to expect that the police would track her down so quickly, but she had dared to hope. A metallic clang sounded from her left as her Master emerged from his own casket.He looked her up and down with a thin smile, before telling her, "Go dress yourself in something. One was bending overtoward a mirror and smoothing on lip gloss, while a second twirled beforea full-length mirror, examining himself from every angle, smoothing out afew errant creases in his dress and making minute adjustments to hishair, necklace and earrings. A third had hiked up his crinolines and wasadjusting his garters with an ease that bespoke of long practice. Theywere all beautiful. She noticed that the youngest boys were flat-chested,or had the smallest of bumps, while the older ones. ..to slowly twist and turn and I can feel the thumb up against the outside of my ass. I groan again as the pain in my ass starts to exhibit slight twinges of pleasure. The twisting and turning continues as my asshole becomes more accustomed with it. The pleasure twinges increase and I start to moan and groan quietly. On it's own, my ass starts to twitch and gyrate. I notice that I am becoming horny again.After a while, there is more whispering and the hand pulls back a little only to return.