"She did? Good for her. Ok you worthless dogs, back to sleep now, she could easily kill the entire lot of you and then head off to sleep without a sin...le worry."With much grumbling, they returned to their blankets and lay down for the night. The Rotanga on the other hand slipped up the rigging to the highest point where Tamalain had settled in.Before trying to reached over the rim of the basket, he whispered, "May I join you for a bit to talk?" You the Rotanga fellow?" That would be me, call me. With my crinoline, skirts, and rhumba panties in full view the guysdidn't care who was wearing them. They were getting a free view and Sarahknew it too. She just took her time lifting my skirts & all to check mydiaper, to see if I was dry.After she was done playing her little game, she straightens out mypanties & dress, while saying well looks like the baby is a little wet.But that's all right we can still go to the backyard on the swings for awhile, and I can change her later. I'm thinking. The owners would hardly miss the scrap metal. Still, the idea of making a metal cock sounded vaguely grotesque to her. What would her husband think? Could he understand how much she missed him? What those lonely nights were driving her to do with her fingers? If she couldn't have his cock, maybe she could make one similar, just until he got home. The boss tore a page from her employee's sketchbook, and slid the rest back in the cubby. She got to work. Her husband was a large man, broad. The men enter and form a circle around Gemma at Dave's direction.Dave looks down to his slave asking, “ Have you prepared everything as I directed slut?”“Yes, Master, everything is as you wish.” Emma replies knowing what awaits her in the room Dave has converted into a soundproof playroom.“Rise, slave. Follow” Dave commands.Gemma rises to her feet making sure she looks down to the floor. She holds out her hand offering the end to the leash attached to her slave collar to Dave.Dave takes the.