WHAP! ... WHAP! The brush lands on the backs of your thighs. I grab your thong and pull it down and off, then pull your legs apart. My hand runs over ...our cheeks again. WHAP! ... WHAP!You are crying now. You pull your hands around and wipe the tears out of your eyes as my hand slides under you to cup your wet pussy. My finger slides up and down tracing the slit, bumping across your clit with each stroke.The brush starts again, WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!Each hit brings a cry from you as you wail. )Are you groaning yet? Is that an exasperated sigh? It gets worse.Some of their agents are our devices. Yes. The devices themselves. They're not just controlling the devices remotely or something--they ARE the devices. Maybe the rental car you took back from that business trip. Maybe the kiosk you ordered your lunch from. Maybe your girlfriend's hairdryer.I know how insane this all has to sound. I know. I lived through all these levels of disbelief, and expressing them to my captors in. .”“I gave my first blowjob when I was fourteen. By then I was working my way up the circuit. You have to compete in a certain number of pageants at certain levels. It gets complicated real fucking quick. Anyway. By the time I was fourteen I looked like I was nineteen. Mom once had me hide in a closet and watch while she worked over a judge. She sucked him and fucked him and took him up the ass, and I won second place. She told me afterwards that if I had been doing that stuff, I would have. Carrie and I walked up the steps to the house. We knew it would be a surprise for our mothers and couldn’t wait to see them.Before I could ring the bell, the door opened and Dana stood with a big smile, as we stepped inside, Dana dipped saying... “Welcome home Mistress Stephanie, and so nice to see you Miss Carrie. Your mothers are going to be thrilled you’re here.”“We were hoping to surprise them Dana. Where are they?” I asked.“Mistress, your mother is in the gallery with your father. Miss.