I already knew that I was in for a degrading week. After about 30 minutes of watching bad TV, Chris finally emerged from his bedroom with a bag in han.... "Here you go Kara. These are some of the things that I brought from home for you. Now it's not everything, because I wanted to keep a few things as surprises"I looked in the bag; it seemed to be a few cosplay costumes, a Japanese school uniform, a maid’s outfit, and some underwear"So basically, I'm your slave for the week." I asked him."You’re. I shrugged the jumper up so it would be as tight as possible through my crack and around my butt. I rolled my shoulders back to push my boobs up and almost all the way out of the front of the jumper. I straightened my spine and held my head high and put my arm through George's and I strutted proudly down the main concourse of the mall, smiling at everyone we passed.The rush of the massive afterglow I had going came back to me and I found that I could also tap back into that happy/goofy feeling. My body is sweating, and in the back of my head I always think: ”Did I pee myself?.” Of course I didn’t because that would be silly. I don’t know why it would be silly, because I had no clue if I did pee myself or not. I could only find that out if I smelt my wetness which was either sweat or piss. It’s amazing that one could think all that in a matter of five seconds.So I lift all the different sorts of blankets on top of me and get up. I am always in a certain mood when I get up. I like this. She said it is like a prolonged orgasm, so to just relax and let it happen. Wendy rubbed me back there for about fifteen minutes then removed her fingers. She told me to stay still and keep my eyes closed. I heard her fumbling around in the nightstand then doing something. She started by kissing behind my ear, and she whispered, “Now I will introduce you to a girl’s best friend." I felt a penetration; it was a stiff object she was inserting. It felt hard, cool, and smooth. She pushed it in then.