Mistress Chris drove home babbling like a happy child aboutall the fun she'd had with each of the Doms and describing indetail what she'd done with ea...h of them. I rode silently,listening with dismay as she boasted of the humiliations she'dheaped on the other slaves. Under the guidance of the Masters andMistresses she had gone far beyond anything she would have thoughtof on her own. All the worse for me, she had loved it! Theexcitement in her voice as she related her exploits, left littledoubt. She returned to bed dreaming about what she had just experienced. Over the next few weeks, Cheryl kept finding herself listening to the wall, hoping to recreate the experience. She discovered that they kept a regular schedule. Every Saturday night between 10 and 10:30pm. Cheryl felt kind of wrong about eavesdropping on this couple, but couldn't resist. The couple was always trying something different. One night he tied her up and used a vibrator on her. Another night, it was anal sex. On. It doesn't seem like there's any loss of feeling. Lynn sighed. Lynn turned to look behind herself but then stopped. Instead, she pulled her feet up to her bed to stare at them. The fur of her thigh slid across her breasts and she shivered from it. Her feet were stretched out. But, more noticeably, her toes were longer and covered with the thick gray toenail like growth she'd noticed briefly yesterday. Lynn held her right foot, turning it over. The bottom of her foot was tough and the toenails. ." She added trying to negotiate."You look like a bitch, " he added getting up walking towards her. "Now I've jus..." Jon was about to protest when suddenly he was gripped by the two guards. They began to scuffle with him the officer barring the door the smaller man gripping Zoë's wrist as she screamed."Slap!" She coughed and spluttered the wind momentarily knocked out of her. Her husband was been pushed into a chair his hands bound behind his back. Jon was struggling but the two rebel soldiers.