.. a deep female voice, not mistress's urged Fiona off the floor pulling on the chain as she spoke. Fiona was helped to her feet by 2 sets of helpers ...ither side and then led forward through a cool room then into a room where all the voices were coming from…Fiona was uncuffed and her arms were extended out sideways… she then felt something being wrapped around her wrists and her arms pulled in front of her and then she was led forward … her shins knocked against wheat felt like a wooden. He found the plug in my hot stretched hole and began twisting and pulling, popping it out then back in, making me squirm beneath him. “Dirty little whore! Just couldn’t wait to get your ass stuffed, could you?” he chuckled. I moaned my agreement around his hard shaft and kept sucking. I fondled his heavy low hanging balls as his thick shaft plunged deep into my throat and out again. His heady manly scent inflamed my lust and I moaned, increasing the speed of my mouth on his cock. I squirmed my. The costume was topped off with a flowing black cape and a feathered mask that covered my entire face except for my mouth, but it provided complete anonymity. As I looked in the mirror, I was struck by how much this costume resembled the open dress I wore to the gallery opening. Except this was much more assertive with no buttons and a crisp starched look and I have to say, the cape made me look a little menacing. We took an Uber to the gala, so we didn’t have to worry about either of us. I thought he ran the place alone until I saw a girl pop out from the back. I thought that she must be his sales clerk. She was fine looking with long black hair and shapely legs. Mr. Wong always had his eyes on set of goods. Late one evening I was doing my usual thing of browsing down the aisles and looking at the magazines replete scenes of naked men and women engaged in various sex acts, when the sales girl strutted by me. She was wearing a very short skirt and low cut blouse, and I couldn’t.