There was a polite knock at the door. She looked deeply into Angelica's eyes."How do you like our Bradley?"Angelica blushed deeply."He is very kind, M...Lady, and..."She drew Angelica from the bed and lead her to her clothes and made a sign that she should dress."And?"Angelica paused, she had forgotten herself in M'Lady's eyes, and her mouth went dry as she turned her back to her. "And.. very kind M'Lady."She felt M'Lady's arms wrap around her. Her whisper was like silk."Please don't lie to me. It made him smile when I told him. Then he got all nervous when he asked if I'd be willing to model for his club sometime. No I didn't rip his head off or anything. I just politely declined. He was disappointed but he took it ok.I said, "Sorry" and he said, "It's ok. I had to ask, right?" I just shrugged. He didn't have to really but it was nice of him to ask. Surprising too since most people don't seem to want me in their pictures. Not that I want to be in them either.We talked a little about. Strapping me tightly to it, hands cuffed behind me, straps around my chest, belly and thighs. I was right at the end of the king sized bed.As I sat there, the doorbell rang, and she went off to answer it, even dressed in next to nothing. Bringing her new lover to the bedroom as her cuck-slut watched, she enjoyed kissing and making out with her new, well hung stud, stripping him in front of her cuck-slut."Look how big his cock is, slut! So much bigger than your little dick! OOOOOOOHHHHHH, he's. I paid attention, letting the fear take a back seat while they talked.“You are wearing a thin sleeveless shirt tied under your perky and quite sizable and attractive braless breasts with your nipples poking through the material. You have on skimpy little Daisy Duke shorts showing the cheeks of your cute little ass, worn over glittery black fine weave fishnet pantyhose, and five-inch black and silver platform high heeled sandals that would make a gentleman’s club stripper or pole dancer proud..