At first they'd been all mouth and trousers, very sure of them selves, they'd looked under the bed, in the wardrobes, the en suite bathroom, even in t...e massive trunk where I kept my stage clothes, but they found not a thing and eventually apologised, leaving me wondering just where the fuck my horny little nymphs had gone!"Have they gone yet?" came from the wardrobe, the very same wardrobe I'd watched the copper looking into, he'd even got down onto his knees and looked around in vain!"Fucking. She looked away, embarrassed. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea after all… Miranda pulled the small remote from a pocket on the outside of her purse where she’d stashed it again, but her still trembling fingers (now more a result of embarrassment than stimulation) betrayed her, and she fumbled, dropping the tiny remote on the floor. Making matters worse, as she moved to pick it up, her flip-flop slipped and sent the remote skittering across the floor, where it stopped just under the other. Amy registered the word and looked at her. “You can get me a plate of food. That would be nice,” she replied. Melissa stood there taking in the politeness of Amy’s response, “You will have to lead me to the table,” she said, eventually. Amy could not take her eyes off Melissa. This black haired beauty was standing stark naked in front of her sporting just a dog collar and chain. What’s more, was that she was told that she was hers, to do with what she wanted. She was well out of her comfort. Anyway she came over but strangely would not sit, so I asked her why not and she said it was her brand she couldn’t sit. Now me being me laughed and said she was joking! “Not a bit of it” she said “If you don’t believe me I will show you in a day or two as it`s covered with a dressing at the moment!” Anyway tea over, off she went and a day or two later again over tea being a nosy bastard and wanting a squiz at a nice arse I asked about the brand, was she serious. She looked round, no-one.