”, Khalid said, “This is Susan, and this is her husband who is pressing my legs.”. Saying this he planted a kiss on Susan’s lips.I looked down...in shame, still pressing his legs. Susan said “Hi” to the men.“These are my friends Susan. I just called them here to show them what a real bitch you are and what a useless little prick your husband is.”, Said Khalid.“Mmmm. sounds interesting. So what do you have in mind.”, Susan asked.“I want you to be a bitch today. A real bitch. I will put a collar. ..Shit.***"Would you mind sitting in the back when we pick her up, Bobbie?"Heather asked. Faye had no problems saying yes, and everything wasfine. Until the turns started getting more and more familiar. Shegiggled, "You two are gonna get along just great."An uneasy feeling settled into Faye's stomach. No way... no way in hell... The last turn sealed it and the familiar crunching driveway greeted herhears through her closed eyes. It suddenly made sense. The fabric, thesketch, Heather's. Few people had."I guess I don't. Wanna show me?" Not tonight, John," she laughed. He'd always been an incorrigible flirt and ever since that summer at the shore when they were sixteen, when they had a drunken hook up, he'd been after her for a replay. That fact that she was engaged to be married didn't slow him down one bit. "So what are you going to give me, then?" I don't know, maybe a dragon. It's always hot when you see something like a dragon or lizard peeking out from some chick's tank. She was in that state between sleep and awake, so things were very fuzzy in her head. She saw no one, yet the sheets lay just over her feet in a even lump exactly as if someone had indeed pulled them down. She started to sit up and pull the sheets back up, looking around and listening for someone in the house. The wind had died down at this point and she heard nothing, so thinking it was all just in her head, she began sitting up further but was unable to. It was as if someone was restraining.