.I knew we had finally reached our destination when I let out a halffearful/half excited gasp...the playroom! An impressively large room filledwith al... sorts of twisted toys and the restraints needed to force me toplay with them. My lip trembled fearfully under my snout, making me theperfect picture of a pathetic pet. I saw Lola leaning over a stockade,licking her lips lasciviously. I didn't know whether to be relieved oreven more terrified. With Contessa I didn't know where her mood with. You try my seester. She is a virgin. Everyone say so.'I looked at Isabella. She was very pretty. Up close I was surprised by how young she looked. I knew bar girls had to be eighteen in order to get the prostitute's work permit. But she was a young looking eighteen. "Oh. Yes, I'd like to see her." How long you wish to see her?"Without thinking I blurted out, "Three days." Like I said, I was captivated.The girl looked surprised and I saw Isabella's eyes get wide. So, she did understand English.. You will accept these, if not now then later." You!" she said shaking her head, "are impossible." She gave me a smile of such tender warmth I began to feel secure with her. My heart beat fast and I felt such strong bodily desire as never before. Soon we were at her flat. As soon as we got through the door I put my arms around Isabel's neat waist and held her tightly, sliding my hand down to feel the firm fleshy cheeks of her pert bottom and burying my face in her soft neck and breathing in the. His hands have stopped rubbing my back and I make a small noise in protest. I grasp his face in between my hands and turn it to look at me again. ‘Why be sorry? My brother’s wife said that a woman should be honoured to be able to make a man feel like this. Don’t be ashamed, please.’ He smiles slightly and then chuckles. I don’t understand what is so funny, and I start to frown. ‘S-sorry. You just look so adorable trying to reassure me. You’re right, I should not be ashamed. You are my wife.