Then I hear the voice of the other female say, ‘To you and your man-slave!’, she must be making a toast. I hear the two of you walk into the room....The darkness and restriction of the hood only adds to my excitement and I can feel my cock jumping and growing underneath me! ‘You’ve been a naughty boy!’ I hear you exclaim, and I feel the sting of your cat-o-nine tails across my ass! I stifle a groan and you tell me that I must be punished for being late. ‘It was just 15 minutes, Mistress.’ ‘Late. .." and she turned to remove the garments from the shipping boxes.Sandy stripped to her underclothes, and, growing bored waiting for Deb to unbox the uniform, stood on tiptoes feeling the leather backs of the legal tomes lining the upper shelf with her finger, reading the titles. She turned at Deb's slight gasp, to see the older woman staring at her, while holding the white uniform blouse with both hands bunched under her chin. Deb shook herself, and blushed.Sandy felt concern for the other. She put these away in her dresser, frowning a little as she moved something in the top drawer. The diary! My mind panicked. What if she knew someone had looked at it? She would definitely know it was me, how could she not? I sat there with my cock in my hand, watching raptly as she lifted the diary and checked something else in the drawer. Then she replaced the diary, and shut the drawer. I was holding my breath, waiting to see the realisation dawn on her face, seconds before she went. She's a hustler. Stays busy. Keeps me on my toes."He definitely loved bragging about her and impulsively pulled out this phone, scanning photos. He found a couple of her that he probably shouldn't be showing a total stranger, but somehow he felt the need to - what? - preen in front of this guy."She's always posting on Instagram," he said, leaning over to show Tom the photo. "Loves working out. Kinda got me back into it, to be honest."Tom was definitely impressed."Jesus, man, why the hell are.