"Does she know about the Domina Flagrante? About what Chantelle's achieved?" "Yes Sir, she's well aware of it, but she has this idea that Chantelle is...some kind of mesmerising guru, hell-bent on sexual excess. Over the years they've locked horns a number of times. Something to do with Planning Regulations and another time over some clashing investments they'd made. I'm really not too sure about the details. I didn't really want to know." "Why not?" "I've tried to distance myself from everything. Strangely, Phillip felt a kind of bond with this woman, like him she was there for a purpose, not just to get her jollies. He thought of sending her a message, but he didn’t know what to say to her. He didn’t want her to think he was as sad as the rest of them. Phillip moved on. Now it was just the usual bunch of weirdoes. The woman he had sent a message to seemed to have disappeared. Maybe he would message the hooker after all. To his surprise, Phillip realised he had an erection, quite a. Her mind cheered even tho outwardly she remained expressionless, for she rarely ever smiled, as she thot of the first night her husband--for lack of a better term---took her aching, needing sex, removing her restraints there and replacing with his manhood the bulk of the plug which had stayed with her as she was gentled first by him, then her fellow wives. A sweet feeling filled her as she worked alongside the women who had become her confidants and allies, hanging clothes and even talking. "Goddamnit woman, I said be careful!" He tweaked her nipple hard.She hissed and smacked his hand away. "Rarr!" she roared. He sat up and grabbed her neck, gripping it tightly with both hands. She had liked it rough last time, so maybe some choke play would keep her under control.She grabbed his thumbs and squeezed, forcing him to let go. Then with his hands in hers, she pushed them back to the bed and clamped her teeth into his shoulder."AaaAAHH!" he yelled. FUCK her teeth were sharp! Not to be.