. I handed her a glass of wine which she quickly placed on the end table, slid up to sit on the edge of the couch cushion so she could get closer to m..., and reached out with both hands to begin massaging my tits. As soon as I felt her touch my erect nipples, I started gushing again! I was wearing a blue satin mesh thong which covered my mound perfectly. When I gushed that time, Heather was looking directly at my soaked satin covered pussy and moaned very loudly, You are SO beautiful!... She. I then noticed that Pam had a small folder in her hands and I asked her what she had and she said oh Lana gave me some prints of me fucking your ass and you and Slave Steve sucking each other off. So are you ready to be a slave full time? I said what full time thought I would be a slave only when I did my job for Lana? Pam said oh no you are to be a full time slave you must do as you are told without thinking about it for this to work. I said oh I don't think I can do that and Pam said well you. In my defence, just prior to this sordid little episode, I had been diagnosed with sperm-addiction (a self-diagnosis, admittedly). Ironically, what made this experience even more deliciously-depraved for me, was the fact that I was seeing a counsellor for sex-addiction at the time and I got a huge kick out of divulging my sordid secrets to her, in explicit detail. Furthermore, she seemed to have a morbid-fascination for my deviant behaviour, a fascination which very possibly spurred me on to. She quickly gasped, putting herhands to her mouth and looked up at me."Oh my Melissa! No wonder you looked so uncomfortable! How can youstand it?" Her attentions had brought renewed surging down below and Iwas in renewed agony."I have no choice Miss Susan, it was part of my agreement with MissSmith..." I have never seen anything like it," she said, as she reached out totouch the hard plastic of my prison. "Do you wear it all of the time?"I began to blush again; I had never spoken to anyone.