It wandered to his sweaty body against hers, up against a wall, pinning her there as his hands ravaged her body: searching, exploring, wildly taking h...r all in with just his touch. She shook her head and wiped the image from her mind. Focus, focus. Now is not the time or the place. She knew there were possibilities, and some growing comfort as well as sexual tension between them, but it wasn't her place to make the move. Besides, did he really look at her that way, or was it all just playful. I put my hand to mycrotch, finding that my underwear contained a string and large sore lipsinstead of my manhood. I felt robbed, more emotional then I ever felt inmy life, sobbing into my small withered hands. What was to become of me?I had a good cry and looked at my hands, seeing they were covered inmascara, make up, and nails just hacked off. I worked up the energy toget up and look in the mirror. I nearly fell when my large rear endknocked over a towel rack, from the shock. I saw blood. It’s so clear to me now I almost laugh. I don’t want to go back to Carl. I don’t want to leave June. I don’t want the life I had. What I have is certainly fucked up, but I like so much of it. When this is over, I want to go back to June and have her serve me. I want to cuddle in her arms tonight while she tells me I don’t have to worry about Reyna. Sure, I’d love to call Maria and have her over for wine and bad movies. If she talks on and on about serving Reyna, that’s fine. I’ll talk on and on. I would ask to be dealt with in the same way here, Mistress, if it pleases you.”Madison made it look as though she thought about it for a moment but then responded firmly, “You’ve probably heard the saying, ‘When in my house, my rules apply.’ Well, this is effectively my house and you visited my house this morning and will be coming back later on. I think all of that means that you need to submit to my rules.”Angela grimaced at the sharp retort and knew that it was not her place to argue with.