Ipondered that if she was not lying to me about spending one dayeach week being the maid and bondage slut to each of the women,it could be years since...she would only to tend to my torture oneday a week. I knew I couldn't stand that. I was quickly findingout how much I truly loved her, and now that she had thestrength to feminize, humiliate, and keep me bound for herpleasure, I loved her even more. I do know my wife though, andeven as she and the other girls joked at my plight, I knew thather. Although the TV doesn't actually work. The girls will be getting amore realistic glimpse of their future than they know." Sounds like lots of fun." And if we time it right, we can see the Beatles at the Hollywood Bowl!The concert's going to be in late August. We'll just have to be on top ofit, because the tickets are going to sell out in 3 ? hours." You think the girls will want to go?"Now Claire rolled her eyes and laughed. "Are you kidding me? Two teenagedAmerican girls in 1964? There's no. It was then that I remembered all of the sex toys. I pulled out a big dildo in the shape of a cock. It looked to big to fit in my tight little hole. Then I found a smooth silver vibrator about six inched long. I laid back down on the bed and switched it on. I held the buzzing tip against my nipple. It sent a shiver down my spine and made my pussy tingle. I spread my legs again and rubbed the toy around my pussy. When it hit my stiff clit it felt like an electric shock. But I held it. She somehow was able to maintain that innocent look while also coming across as very sultry. A talent, for sure.She was taking her final sip and was about to pack up and leave when she felt a presence to her right and a low voice ask: “Buy you another?”She turned to see a surprisingly very attractive guy standing next to her. He was tall, had a mess of red hair and vibrant blue eyes. He flashed a smile that was mischievous and c***dlike. “Sure,” she responded, deciding to make tonight fun,.