The bugs go wherever bugs go. I have a storage building where I keep the things I want to admire ... I do NOT leave them in the house. I can actually ...hange the beds and bedding and sleep in my house.The handyman knocks on my door and we have a look see at what damages I can bill the last renters. The real estate agent I used to buy the house is the agent I use to rent it out. He has taken a video of each move in and move out. He is way more picky than I.I get a reasonable return on my. Voila, there she was, laying on her side, facing away from me. Or so I thought.She was wearing only a camisole and her undies. She was not covering herself with the blanket so her half-naked body was in full view for me to see.My eyes lingered perversely on her round ass. Then, it went to the bare shoulders that begged to be touched. Her hair fell to the side and revealed her deliciously kissable neck. My cock grew hard and before I knew it, it had become unbearably painful being trapped inside. ”“Now you two have mutually snivelled” snarls Karen, “I think it’s time to remind this little slut of the meaning of submission.”The mistress, who has donned a leather harness and knee-high boots, flashes a violin bow in front of the pensive Amanda. The bow is swished through the air barely missing the captive’s nose. Turning on her heel, Karen scrapes the strings of the bow over the outstretched hands of her sub. She cries out in pain, and the hard side of the bow is suddenly pushed up under. She said, “You are going out tonight with Missy and I and we aren’t taking no for an answer. Missy is on her way over. I’ll meet you out. So get ready, she’ll be there in a few minutes”.I didn’t have time to get a word in edgewise. So I started getting ready. I put on a pair of jeans, and a tank top with a button up shirt to cover it up.I was just fixing my hair when Missy came into my suite. Missy looked at me, rolled her eyes, and shook her head.“You need to let loose. You’re not wearing.