" With those words, I feel myself get wet. With every car that goes by, I hope it’s his. Then, I look up and I see his car pull up right next to mi...e. Instantly, I’m more wet than before, and I know he’ll be happy to see that I’m so excited to see him. He comes to my door and I grab my bag and purse. As he opens it, I tighten up my black military wool coat around my waist. In my head, I’m telling myself, 'make sure he does see his surprise underneath.' We get our keycard and head up to our. "Yes." I stuttered back.The door slowly opened and she walked in, her body graced by a shear robe. "You must be Patrick. I'm Amanda, Melanie's step mother." she introduced."Hi. Thank you for letting me stay here. I thought you were in Europe." I said."Well, I was suppose to be, but the idea of spending three weeks in Europe with that boring old man is not for me. I told him I wasn't feeling well and flew home last night." she replied. "So lets get to it, what did you see?" she asked."See? See. In the beginning I felt embarrassed to have my body so exposed and on display, but rule number three, the Cunt will always display its body without modesty, was ingrained in my being. I was now at a point in which knowing that Master could see every little inch of me was exciting. I felt tingles and arousal as he gazed upon the glistening pink flesh between my thighs.He gripped my left inner labia and stretched it before cleaning it carefully with an alcohol wipe. I steeled myself for what I. I close it, and turn on my feet with a slightly breathier pace. Several thoughts are rushing past each other in my head, and I struggle to focus on just one as the situation seems to grow worse. I suddenly remember that my man-made arm is still on show – quickly, I tap in over the wrist and it soon materialises from the shoulder down into a natural-looking arm. ‘The marshals are going room to room.’ She says it so calmly, as if it means nothing. I move closer to try and see with her, but she.