My clit was responding to my soft touches and I was just about to slide my thong aside and wrap my hand around my swollen clit when the doorbell rang....It startled me and I looked at the clock. It was only 7:10. Oh shit! I thought, he’s early. I had no choice but to answer the door. I quickly threw on a robe and covered myself. My hair was a mess from sleeping in my wig and my lipstick was lightly smeared. I went to the door and opened it slightly. “Hi, I’m Jason from so and so plumbing”. There. If it isn't Kegare itself, its something that is using Kegare. Even if you don't want to face it directly, I do. I just.... I just..." He put a hand to his beard and stroked his chin. "You are right about that much. Yes, you have my support, Ine. I will make my shop visible to your girls. Is that all?" I knew it. I knew he was too old, too set in his ways to want to come out of this dustbin to help me fight against. On a couple of occasions her husband joined us and we had an interesting threesome. One of my roles or duties would be to fluff Mistress ready for her husband’s cock and to arouse her husband’s cock into a firm erect mode for slipping in to fuck her pussy cunt. I had my uses as her slut. They would occasionally tie me down to the bed and tease and torment me – breast play, nipple paly and some cock teasing on the slut. With me always scantily but sexily dressed and made up fully for their. "Turning he was confronted by two of the largest black men he had ever seen. The nearest one hit him, and as he flew across the room, Ernesto's last thought before he crashed into the wall and lost consciousness was that he was about to die.When he recovered his senses he realised he was firmly tied to one of the posts at the foot of the four poster bed and was also gagged. A few moments' struggle convinced him that he had been pinioned by experts and that he would not easily be able to get.