I said that she shouldn't worryabiout being so thorough because I didnt want to be locked that longanyway. She just shussed me and said she was a prof...ssional and would doher job correctly. I need to behave and deal with it. I quieted down andassisted as i usually did by helping to stretch skin this way and thatas she directedWhen she was done she told me to put my cage back on and she would helpme fix it it place and then left the room. This seemed kind of odd andwhen I looked around for the. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared openly. Two kids on bicycles, a boy and a girl that looked about fourteen or fifteen years old came to a screeching halt and stared in disbelief.I saw movement in Odie's front window. He was watching Becky walk slowly up to his house. He made her wait for a minute after she rang the bell. But finally he opened the door. They spoke for another minute. I couldn't hear them. From his expression, though, I could tell he was teasing her, dragging it. “Keep jogging, slut,” he barked at me, “I want to fuck that cunt.” His words shivered through my body, I was his slut. I was Stan's wife, but I was Mark's slut. “I can't wait to feel your cock inside me,” I heard myself husk back. I was such a slut. The thrill, the excitement, pushed me to jog faster. Mark was struggling to keep up, as excited as I was. I was his motivation, I realized. He needed my ass, the promise of my cunt, to keep him going. He looked fairly new to jogging, he was. Do you realize that you have actually rubbed me raw? Not that I’m complaining, mind you. The spirit is very willing, but alas my delicate ‘flesh’ is weak,’ he said with pure feminine charm. ‘No problem milady, that’s why God created the strap-on,’ Sam said with a wicked little smile, and raising a single eyebrow. ‘And a tongue too,’ he replied as he passed his tongue over her scar and delicately stuck the tip in her ear. ‘Lynn, stop it you’re giving me goose bumps, and making me wet. I need to.