She was sat on the sofa, and as I entered the room, she gave me a huge smile and motioned for me to sit beside her. I brushed my fingers through her d...rk-red hair, kissed her, then helped her to undo my belt and pull down my trousers.She spread her legs for me – she knew I couldn’t refuse anything when faced with her beauty – and she picked up her vibrator, rubbed it between her wet labia to lubricate it with her juices, then switched it on and pressed it against my cock. I slipped my finger. There's only a couple of other guys here so far, so come andjoin us all in the office"I followed Petra as she went back through the office door. A young butrather stocky woman in her early twenties sat in the corner. "This isLizzie, our make up artist" Petra introduced. "Hi Lizzie" I said. A veryfussy and feminine bridal gown, which reminded me of Princess Diana'swedding day, was draped over a chair, which was placed in front of largemirror.I was then shown through another door which connected. She questioned him in minute detail. When he hesitated before answering, Spike zapped him with a modified cattle-prod. Mark told all. Afterwards the boys mocked him. They gave him a lace trimmed apron to wear. On it Spike had written, "Pigs Fuck Me". He and Patrick thought it very funny.After the post-supper "entertainment" the women prisoners were usually taken upstairs to the room with the big brass bed. Here they would be secured and left alone until one, or both, of the boys wanted to have. ”Prudence sat back down. She looked nervous. He didn’t wait, to explain. That could be done later.Constance was dreaming. It was one of those crazy wild dreams, where you know you’re dreaming, and that it must mean something, but still doesn’t make any sense. There were trucks everywhere, of all sizes and shapes. Some of them were moving, and others just sat, as if parked willy nilly. All of them were forest green, including the glass and what would normally be chrome parts. Even the tires were.