Like many in the manor, she naively believed that the violence and petty slights visited on her by the Baron's knights was not representative of their...liege. Her new servitude was also rescue from the abuse she suffered from her natural father who treated his daughter and wife with as little kindness as did his Norman overlords. She had long lost her virginity to her father's perverse passion from which her mother was unable to protect her daughter any more than she was able to protect herself. I carefully squirted some of the contents into the end of the lock. Onceit was full, I continued to fill the end of the lock area and finallycovered that area of the cage so you would not know there was ever a lockinside it. It would harden fully within a day, but only took an hour toset firmly enough that it could not be removed. It would be as smooth andshiny as the rest of the cage.Glen was keeping the sissy well poppered and whispering in her ear abouthow she needed to beg to fuck and suck. Movement in the garden distracted him from the book as four figures made their way out to the little henge. Rhiannon, clad in a black robe, led Kat, in dark red. Carole walked hand in hand with Aibhilin, both of them in white robes. The older women repeated their earlier actions, twirling as they moved around the stones. Aibhilin was holding both Carole’s hands, and they were also spinning, though slowly, together. The pale dome of light grew, much more obvious in the darkness. Soon enough, he. The lights were on. Unfortunately, my phone was dead, and I didn’t know the time. I pulled the door open and went inside. Immediately in front of me was a half-wall. It formed a tight row to my left and right where individual plastic chairs lined the walls. The upper half of the wall was glass, and from the thickness of it, I knew it would be bulletproof. Just to the left of the door I entered was an opening in the glass. It was just big enough through which to pass small objects. The half wall.