Máire served up their fresh pints with a flirt or two in Sean's direction. Maura took care of the recent customers at the bar, so I started pouring m...self and Máire a pint. Máire returned from the football table with a grin big enough to cut the top of her head off. She grabbed her glass and took a big swallow. "We need to go home and shower," she smiled at me. "We've got a date." At home, in the shower, Máire was soaping up my back. She reached around and lovingly held my breasts and kissed my. Her dark, curly pussy hair was open to your stares... and to those of anyone else passing down the road. The eyes of your slave kept up their scanning of the street and, after letting her stand like that for a few more seconds, you finally gave her permission to put her skirt down again and to stand aside. You then entered the house and allowed her to close the door behind you."Your husband? Where is he?" In the kitchen, Master." Very well. You will inform him that I do not want to see him.... ? She extricated me from the metal grate, and untied my legs, replacing the rope with a set of leg irons that would allow me to walk. She then locked the leather arm sleeves together at the wrists and elbows behind my back. Leading me by a leash she had attached to the fake pussy, I felt a draft of air as she pulled me through a doorway. Our first stop took us into Chanta’s lair. I heard her ask Kim if they shouldn’t give me a break from the fake pussy, and I was rewarded when I. As they resumed their work, I gasped and cried out in a high-pitched voice I’d never heard come from me before. I wondered why it seemed to be requiring so much pain before I’d start bleeding. I kept hoping I’d pass out and they’d stop. Rebecca applied the cat on my chest relentlessly, so that both the braids and the knots hurt savagely. Jacqui flicked the single-tail like I was some horse she was racing.I was gasping, and yelling out loud, and crying real tears all at the same time. I hung.