"Mr. Sissy probably should get going." With thatthe girls headed downstairs, taking Tom with them.Karen had collected her purse and was by the front d...or getting ready toleave, saying her goodbyes to Jill and Becky. Tom was still in just hisbra and panties."Karen... I can't go home dressed like this. I need my clothes back." I don't have them," she replied. "Becky took them." Becky," Tom began, turning to his other tormentor. "Can I Please havemy clothes?"She scowled at him and with one finger. There is no easy way to unfasten it from my ring, and even if Imanaged to undo it from the rock, I know I would never get away from them,with that chain trailing behind me. I am filled with an awful excitement. This is not one of their usual games.The boys are obviously fascinated by my predicament. I am not surprised. Iam a pretty nude, and I am chained to a rock by my pussy lip. That is enoughto fascinate any man, let alone that pair of incorrigible rogues. My vulvathrobs fiercely. I am. My sensual slutty wife had been always a very bad liar...She said she would be going to a known club in the suburbs.One hour later I parked at the place and saw Ana’s car there.I entered the club and after a few minutes around I saw my sweet wife… but no girlfriends around…My loving Ana was dancing too suggestively with a huge black man I had never seen before in my life. The guy was in his early forties, handsome, muscled and seemed very heavy. He looked big enough to be a firefighter.Ana was. It was day four; I had little time left. I planned to use that time to entrench and reinforce my position.Each morning I took time to check up on my wounded warriors. These men and women had sacrificed themselves on my command; I owed them nothing less to show my appreciation. Sigrid knew when I would arrive and hobbled over to brief me on each casualty’s condition. Aarik Olufson had died in the night. That wasn’t unexpected, but it was still unfortunate. None of the others’ conditions.