Marge was home alone as she began to clean. When she walked, the buttplug kept rubbing on her, making her incredibly horny. She remembered shecouldn't...touch herself, so she continued her daily chores, no matter what.After spending an hour on the laundry, she was about to burst, and she had ahuge wet spot on her dress. She went to put all the laundry in each person'sroom, and as she went back downstairs to start lunch, she heard scratching.*Shit, the dog* she thought as she let the dog in. He. Fine.What are you getting?" He asked."Actually, since I picked your tattoo and I told you that it symbolizes me....You get to pick my tattoo that symbolizes you." I said. "Really? Heh.Okay.I pick a bow and arrow. Riiiiiiight......Here." His hand slid down my leg and onto my ankle."A bow and arrow? Where'd that come from?" I asked confused."Well, my name IS Hunter now.Don't hunters use a bow and arrows?" I rolled my eyes."Whatever." I leaned down and started kissing him again.Brutus came down to. Any more stupid questions?"she smiled and patted his hand as she finished tying his wrist. "Idon't want you to get up."Sara unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She removed herbra and stepped out of her panties, but left her pumps on. She pulled achair up in front of Don and sat down pulling one of her feet up in theseat and letting her thighs spread open wide to give Don a clear viewof her pussy. Her tits stood firm and with the small diamond studs thatpierced each nipple. She. "Oh shitty, well maybe you can come back over when you're finished?" asks Michael. Sarah, who was slumped down behind Michael, felt a shimmer of hope, and perks back up. Steven glances at her, and seeing her adorably sad, puppy-dog eyes breaks his heart."Okay, I'll see if I can work something out," he says to Michael. Sarah's face goes from sorrow to delight in 0.5 seconds. She then pumps her fist, while silently mouthing 'yes!' She was really trying to drive it home that she likes him. Steven.