I expected another snap of the belt for moving without permission, but none came.I realised that although I had been able to hear Madame clearly enoug..., the hood muffled my hearing somewhat, and the room was totally silent. Perhaps Madame was in the bathroom. The plug in my ass was becoming more and more obtrusive, and I knew I couldn't bear it any longer. Although my thumbs were still bound, I could reach the easily reach the plug. Taking my courage and the protruding end of the plug in both. There’s a bunch of us working on it. We’re trying to tell everybody we can about it. We want to let people know that anyone and everyone is welcome to come. But we need help to get as many people as we can to come. Some of us can’t be there. Some are too busy or have other things they have to do. Some have to work and can’t miss the day’s pay so they can’t afford to come. Worse than that some won’t come because they just don’t care. I can’t bare that. It breaks my heart. I try not to be. She held me tightly the first time we walked into the theater. I sat her down on the aisle seat so no one could bother her by sitting next to her, but all the guys across the aisle could see if we started to play. For the first 10 or 20 minutes we just sat and watched the movie. I finally leaned over and told her if she was getting turned on she should start raising her skirt. If I saw her do that then I would take that as a signal to start caressing her legs, thighs and panty covered pussy.I. I spent last night looking up very nasty sex act I could, wondering if you were honest with me, wondering what you fantasize about besides being tied up."He watched her squirm uncomfortably at his words, and knew he’d hit pay dirt. The little slut was into something beyond just being tied up. His cock twitched and his pulse raced as he recalled some of the pictures and videos he’s looked at in the privacy of his bedroom last night, imagining Megan as the star. Licking his lips, his gaze.