The others were still kicking a few ideas around. My gagging brought everyone's attention to me, and they were worried about why it had happened. I ha... not told anyone what I was going to do, so they had no idea of what I did. I steeled myself mentally and physically, and explained what I had done.Their first reaction was one of disgust. I was chastised severely for even attempting such a stupid idea. I explained that if I could find someone recently dead, without much information, then I could. One girl asked if I ever tried a prostate massage. I acted like I didn’t knew what it was and we discovered it together.She started slowly with lots of hot oil, she massaged my clitty, but it didn’t went hard because I’m a sissy slut. Then she moved a finger in my boipussy, she really took her time, she kept stroking my clitty, but I removed her hand and asked her, almost begged her to only caress me and focus on my little hole. She asked if she could add another finger, my voice almost flipped. Marion seemed to drift upward on the short ladder, she opened the arch-shaped door; or had she, not having seen her hand move to it.Following Marion into her cozily lit den, the heat from within greeted me as I stumbled ungraciously from the ladder to inside, the door mysteriously closed behind me. The van was quite roomy and contained a small log burner, a wooden table with two chairs and a single bed. There were shelves were laden with bottles, jars, and candles.Marion looked at me with a. She smiled. She could not possibly imagine that he could possibly find anything to complain about. Presently, the footsteps began again and transitioned to the carpet in the living room. She then saw his shoes enter her field of view and stop in front of her. "You have clearly worked very, very hard today, Nora. The kitchen is immaculate." She smiled and said, "Thank you, Master." "I must confess, Nora, I should be pleased. But a part of me wanted to find something out of place. I wanted to.