I was a slave anyway. I expect this is my just desserts." Don´t fret, darling. I´m alright." She better whan alright." Amrah opined. "She been fucke... and whipped and loved. Amrah knows."It was nice to be chained once more to girls. Corey knew she would long for something that was now past and done. But Audrey and Amrah were known quantities. When she had stood to have her neck and wrist once more chained there had been an element of coming home. It had been Mustafa who had, approvingly,. " OK, let me put it this way. Until I call you 'Slave', there will be nomore master, or anything. You will both go take a bath and get dressed,then come back for breakfast. Understood?" Yes master." They said, and quickly left. I soon heard the sound ofwater running, and went and listened at the door. I could hear themlaughing and giggling together. When they returned, I had Cathy makebreakfast, and then we all ate. While eating we talked about what todo. Both girls agreed that they needed a. .The questiion surprisingly did not get the reaction one would expect. He asked her what SHE wanted the relationship to be. She had never been able to conceive that he was interested in her of all people when SO MANY were after him in the club.Their conversations quickly led to when and IF they were to meet. He lived 7 hours away from her so it wasn't like he could just hop in the car, take her to the movies, and jet back home. Their desire for each other became more and more relentless. . Perhaps the only difference between myself and a GG werethe breastforms nestled in the plain bra cups, my nude waist cincherand the padded panty girdle giving me those nice round hips oneexpected of a woman my age.As I packed I checked off the items on the list I had been puttingtogether for the past week and a half. Make-up, curling iron, wigstand, spare pantyhose, the red and white outfit I had bought forchurch on Sunday, my jeans and Reeboks as well as the ankle socks towear with them, bras,.