The objects were numbered and she has to place the lowest numbered item at the bed head working down so that the highest numbered item is at the foot,...she then has to take a photograph of the laid out products which Amanda finds totally disgusting. The master instructs Amanda to pick up the first item and describe it “Item 1 master - it's a horrid red leather collar with the word SLUT in big silver letters at the front and a buckle at the back”“Put in on bitch, because that is what you are,. It feels like a very long time.”“Can you tell me what was in the news when you you died? What was top of the pops?”Emily named a pop song that I remembered well. It was my daughter’s favourite for a time. I estimated it had been current about twenty years earlier.“Very good, Emily. Now can you tell me where you are? Can you see anything?”“No, it’s all black.”“What can you feel?”Silence.“Emily, Emily, are you there?”There was no reply.As my senses retuned to the corporeal world, I noticed that. With light thrusts, I was surprised to feel Danas hands on my backside, forcing me dick deeper with each thrust. I looked down into her eyes, and it seemed that she desperately wanted me to take control, for me to take her choices away. I suppose spending all day desperately working your brain to remember becomes exhausting, and shutting it off from time to time is nice. I was only too happy to oblige.Dana must have been a good cocksucker back in her day, because she was providing tons of spit. Lissa and Melody and I watched with open mouths.“I understand,” I said. “It has to be a little awkward to even consider coming to join us with Wendy in the house. I didn’t think of that when I invited her to stay with us.”“Well, it doesn’t have to all be a disappointment,” Melody said. “We still have a birthday boy to entertain.”We’d gone to our room quietly after Wendy and Kate walked away and even showering together had been a quiet, though no less loving, event. We were just a little sad.