'What am I going to do with thisbag?' he wondered. 'I can't walk around carrying a bag full of boyclothes.'This was another thing that he had not cons...dered. He couldn't risktrying to hide the bag in the park. What if somebody found it? He'dreally be in trouble. Andy contemplated taking the bag with him anyway,but he just did not think that it would work. The bag would look out ofplace, which meant that it would draw undue attention. He would bevisible in a negative way, instead of the positive. Such a good girl. So I decided to give you what you always wanted... Control.I lead you down to the bedroom, fingers intertwined my thumb running over your knuckles squeezing occasionally to reassure you. We reach the bed, I turn you around knees pressed against the edge; I move my hand to your cheek running my thumb just below your eye, watching your eye lids flutter closed. You look so cute when you melting underneath my fingers, you move your head into my touch kissing my palm before I move. I wanted to take it in my mouth and bring it to life!!!!!Shit what was I thinking, must be the after effects of the neurotoxin! Imused.I tried to struggle against the control collar but only succeeded inexhausting myself. So much so I lay down on the soft fur rug beside herbed and fell asleep dreaming of my escape.I awoke the following day stood and stretched and my heart skipped abeat. I was free I must be.....now was my chance to strangle the bitchand escape. Strangely I did nothing of the. “I’ll bet you are touching yourself, aren’t you?” she asked in hopeful anticipation. She didn’t even notice the other cars humming past her as they looked for a spot to park. “Yes, I am, and my tits are getting so hard, I need you to suck them and run your tongue down my body.” Bailey stood holding her phone to her ear and stroked her clit, to her stomach and feeling her firm bosoms. “I need some honey, baby. Can you give me some honey?” Charity and Bailey lived in a high rise overlooking Lake.