She knew for a fact that it had not been in there longer than a week. She had to decide what to do. She had to try to figure out who he sneaking aroun... with. All she could think about was the time several weeks earlier when she came home early from her office job. She was a block and a half from home when she saw Cheryl George driving toward her.Cheryl George was a real piece of work. The woman had dated Russ before he met Maryanne. Russ had told Maryanne that the reason they broke up was. Trish found those and returned without comment about my other items. Again she just leaned over me smothering my head in boob flesh in the process. How could she not know what she was doing to me?Of course neither key worked. I was still stuck and the Hitachi was still buzzing away on my tender pussy. Trish said she may have a key that worked from her cuffs at home. She said she would go to look for them. I asked her to turn off the Hitachi. She smiled and did just that. Then I felt her finger. My arms are all numb now from being bound so tightly that way, it’s like I have no arms at all. But I can’t stop straining as hard as possible. I wish I could just give up, I wish it was over now! I can feel my head start to ache and my vision is getting fuzzy. I see Hilary standing behind mom with her hand between her legs. My slave shouldn’t do that . . . her slave . . . slave? I don’t know where my mind is wandering now. Is this the way it is I wonder. I see everyone standing as close as. As I pressed my finger to her anus it slipped inside with surprising ease, but seemed to have the desired effect, tipping her over the edge as a strong orgasm flushed through her body her hands running through my hair as I continued to work her pussy and anus in tandem. As her orgasm subsided she pulled me back up towards her gently kissing me, her hands roamed towards my crotch, gripping my still rock hard cock that was awkwardly poking her in the stomach.She said, "now it’s my turn to take.