He slowly fucked her with the vibrator and her hips moved against it as he continued.As your entire body and mind absorbed the sensations that arose f...om Abigail’s finger-fucking and Marcus’ throbbing cock, you became aware that Amy and Phil, Mark and Anne, and Dave and Cheryl had climbed their stairs and stood in the gaps between the couches. The men stripped their wives so that they, like you, wore only heels and chokers. The women, in turn, undressed their men. Each cock pointed at you. Each. You will not speak, he said softly, and he was shocked when she clamped her mouth shut and nodded her head. Let me explain the situation to you. You are my servant now. You cannot escape, and I will never let you go. You have two purposes in life from now on: to keep this house spotless and to make sure my mate and I are never in need of anything, and to be the object of my need to cause pain and for Chernobogs desire for blood. Not so much so that you die, you understand, for then I would just. But only the overhead lights were on, no spots, and I could see out into the house where Camilla was talking to three guys in suits. She waved me out, and I went round by the side where I could walk down.She introduced me around, and we all shook hands, but I could tell it was pretty perfunctory on their part; they weren't, obviously, expecting much. Well, time would tell about that, it didn't worry me unduly. They were here, which was what counted. I had absolutely no idea what their names. She wasn’t turned on or anything, but she saw my efforts. A couple of months turned into six, and six months into a year, and a year into eighteen months. I was smaller, no question, but I was wearing nothing but sweats and loose shirts, even around the house. I was scared to get on the scales, afraid to find out I had lost only a paltry amount, but no, the difference in my body was far too pronounced. I had to have lost at least close to my target figure. Then I realized there were some old.