I think a more normal girl would probably bore you after a while, you know?”Clara wouldn’t bore him. Would she?“Well, that super smart, assertiv... part of her is part of why we’re in a fight.”“Fights can be ended, you know? You can fix them and—” Her head twitched, fast enough it left a hazy afterimage that it snapped back into after a moment. “Sorry. It’s hard to ... to keep thinking.”“Antoinette and other people are working on this weird thing with tears, the things you’re seeing. We’ll get it. I went down in the basement I immediately noticedthat something was different. It wasn't that sissy had escaped or anythinglike that, it was the smell, there was an odor in the air that I justcouldn't put my finger on. I approached sissy's cage and by all of the muffled whining coming frominside, I could tell she was awake. When I removed the sheet I discoveredwhat the odor was, sissy had wet herself and by the looks of the largepuddle that was under her cage, it looked like she had done so. Pam and Sue had to recount all the details again of our game of PANTY, our shoe shopping experience, and the panties they bought for me."Well, that was very prudent of you, Scott, to go ahead and buy a pair of heels that would be fitting for you to wear while being my maid," Amy said."Whatever - I haven't lost yet! Did you bring my stuff back?" What stuff?" Amy asked."Sue said you had taken my clothes to wash them - did you bring them back?" What the hell would make you think that I would wash. But pleasurable? Of course. One hand still massaging my entire mound, I unzipped my skirt and stood up, letting it fall smoothly down my legs. My simple shirt was next, easy to pull off. I sat back down in only my panties and bra, looked briefly back at the story I was reading, and decided to stop. My own mind was plenty to fuel me now. In my imagination, I rubbed my hand around my man's long, hard, cock, luxuriating in the feeling of its firmness beneath my fingers. As I began to move up.