The tone ofmy voice must have given my true feelings away. We started walking back towards the parking garage. Edith and Rhondawere in the lead, while...Monica and I trailed. We went about a quartermile or so without saying anything. I then noticed Monica and I wereholding hands. I don't know who took whose hand first, but it was quitelow key and really quite nice. She had been aggressive all day, and justthe idea of us doing something subtle gave it all balance. It felt likeit could be love to. It’s very hard to obtain, you know, with their great big wings flapping about. Softer than baby skin, come cop a feel.”The women gathered round and ran their hands over their Mistress, all becoming instantly wet between their thighs.“There will be time to worship me, my pretties,” Satan said, pushing them gently away. “We have an offer to make the gentlemen in there.”The doors to the Sistine Chapel burst open and she entered, followed closely by her five followers, the heavy wood sealing shut. Both understood the reasons and both sometimes wished things could change back, but both also felt trapped in their present restraints. Barb had some weeks ago discovered a way to at least mitigate the lack of romance. One night when Don had called to say he would be late, she decided to kill a little time surfing the net. Like almost every other college student she had at times explored some of the more sexually explicit sites and now casually stopped at a site with explicit stories. Soon she. “Good morning Whore.”“Good morning Master.” She quickly replies weakly.“I brought you some breakfast but, I think you need to clean up before you eat.”“Yes Master, Thank you Master for breakfast.” Her reply was one of genuine deference and I could not detect any attitude or defiance in her voice.I mentally commend Raven for doing such a good job. “Master?”“Yes Whore?”“Master I need to use the restroom.”“Very well,” I say as I start loosening her bindings, “you have 20 minutes to get cleaned up.