I still don't think I convinced him but thankfully never heard any moreas I knew immediately I was again starting to tread in uncharted waters,because...when I looked for the business card I couldn't find it anywhere.Just as happened once before in that old village antique shop...I never did find it either, nor why the 2 ladies in the firm's restauranthad said the shop had opened just recently.Then only last night when Siobhan had gone to bed early there was asudden and even stranger twist to it. ’Next she passed wardrobes, some of which had been left open so that she could admire some rather fancy and presumably quite expensive fashions.‘If only I could control my descent,’ she mused, ‘I could play dress up for I am rather tired of being undressed. Which reminds me! I have the key!’All it took was a simply turn and she was free of the armored device that Nobody had fitted her with.“Free at last!” she exclaimed as she flung it from her, noting that it, too, feel rather slowly.“At last!”. You see, I am a huge Lord of the Rings fan and honor the movies by naming my sex toys after their characters. Viggo is my bullet vibrator, named after Viggo Mortenson (aka Aragorn), and my dildo carries the name of the dreamy blond-haired, pointy-eared elf, Legolas. Naming my toys adds to the intimacy, you see. So, time for Frodo to snuggle inside my ass. I lift up, turning over on my knees. My ass is a little plumpy and round. "Bubble Butt" is the description others have given my ass. To me,. Not a word was spoken. None were necessary, the passion we felt for each other said it all. I have no idea how much time had passed before the palace guards broke through the door. There were four of them and they were armed to the teeth. For a split second I thought about running but quickly realized that there was no point. Our masters had found us! As sex slaves, we were only permitted to make love when it pleased our masters, never to satisfy our own desires. We gave our bodies to.