On the table for her was and pair of matching bright pink panties and lingerie. She could feel a breeze as the lingerie and panties barely covered any...skin at all. Finally Katie descended from the stairs into the basement. When she got in view of Angel, she noticed she was completely naked except for the tape covering her nipples and the knee high, black leather boots had on.Katie then began to speak, “From now on you are MY slave and you will refer to me as Mistress and will respond to me with. My dick immediately started swelling at the sight of my wife rubbing his expanding cock. I once had driven her away with my jealous and insecurity, but now I felt a fevered desire to see her give herself to someone else. She placed her mouth on the end of his dark purple head and worked it past her lips. It now looked to be about 9 inches. Her lips worked their way down his meat. I knew well her excellent oral skills, but was still amazed that she got not only the head but another 3 inches into. But Sarah says Sydney doesn't offer that. UNSW does have media studies. And she thinks that Macquarie does, too. But she'll have to work her way through it." Too true."Late Tuesday afternoon Rachel told me that while Cait and Sarah had hit it off well, Sydney didn't appear to be Sarah's first choice. She was going to visit the Macquarie campus tomorrow or Thursday. Tomorrow came soon and we traveled downtown together to our separate museums.The "storage room" was bigger than a large walk-in. She sat very normally, but I said to her, "Slave, you look like you're sitting a little uncomfortably. Why is that?"By now she was used to the game, so she responded without hesitation, "That is because of the large buttplug you ordered me to wear in my arse all the time, Sir." Sandy's jaw just dropped.I said to Sandy, "I always know that my slave keeps herself true to me. Would you like to know how I know that?" Sandy nodded, with some trepidation. I continued, "Sarah, please open your legs..