I returned to share my investigation with my paramour, only to see her walking out the door."The rain has stopped and this place gives me the creeps, ...o I'm going fishing," she informed, wriggling her butt like a worm on a hook."Red Lobster or Long John Silver's?" I inquired... the door slammed harshly.Deciding to nap, I crawled into the lumpy bed, exhausted and alone... or so I thought. Too tired to even masturbate (truly a first), I awoke to the feel of boney fingers on my bare thigh,. Susanne’s head swayed from side to side, her beautiful face twisted in intensity.They rubbed their clits backwards until they where tip to tip again. Then a second time forward, side to side, and once more back. Every move they made with the agonizing, inhuman slowness of cats creeping to their prey.The women trembled and shook, they convulsed with sexual joy.Slowly Susanne raised her head from the sheets and her eyes found Corinna’s. Their hands grip the soaken bedsheets as they braced. Once again I was surprised by her choice in my clothing. Lying on the bed were bra and panties, panyhose, a pair of dark grey slacks, and a powder blue blouse. I put them all on, then slipped on the sandals with only a one inch heel. I pulled my hair back and slipped a band around it to form a ponytail. Then I set about trying to apply some makeup. I thought I'd done fairly well, but Gina appeared as I was finishing and cleaned it off. She gently guided another effort, and I have to admit, it. "Yes Mistress," she declared immediately, coming back minutes later with a new razor, warm water and soap.Once again Sybil strained against her bindings, this time doing so a bit more urgently, once again trying to speak around the ball-gag, though only managing to make unintelligible sounds as she did."You'd best hold still," I cautiously warned her. "I'd hate her to nick you while she's doing this," I stated. "Nothing you can do about it anyway, but make it easier on her ... and on yourself..