There were two more leather restraints, each intended to secure an ankle or arm to a bed post or something similar. There were four big, white feather.... Not real feathers, liked we had used before. These were made out of some synthetic material to look and feel like feathers. These feathers, Sarah indicated, didn’t absorb moister or get all sticky, could be washed, and could be used over and over again. Real feathers had to be tossed out after an evening of fun and teasing. There was a big,. I knew enough to know that meant she was coming down from her own orgasm. When our eyes met, we reconnected. When she smiled, I smiled and spoke. “How are you?” “I’m doing pretty well, but I suspect not quite as well as you. That looked pretty amazing and I got really turned on by how turned on the two of you were. Katie, how are you, dear?” She rolled off me to the side closest to Cee and said, “I don’t really know what to say. I don’t think there are words for what that was like for. I asked what this is for to which he told me to bend over the dining table and I did like an obedient slut.And then he gave me one tight slap on each of my butts and said, “You are just to obey and not ask questions.” I said “Ok sir.” Then he continued and cut the bra and pantie off me and said, “You won’t be needing those from today whenever you come to meet me.”Then he bent down and put one of my legs over the table. Then started to lick me softly. In a few seconds, I couldn’t help but start. " Maybe the pressure's off Shiggie," Amy said, "but I feel it myself." It would be nicer if we could just keep it real, for all of us, that's for sure," I agreed.Ford, in accordance with our instructions, waved goodbye to Amy, alone on the porch as he left the house mid-afternoon. Samantha still hadn't gotten back from work at the Warehouse, and Amy, Shig and I would be leaving for pre-game warm-ups before she arrived home. Sometimes -- but not always -- Samantha joined us at Camden Yards to.