She was a bit taller than Michelle but the same shape , very curvy with big boobs and a full ass. she was an office worker so always smartly dressed i... a skirt suit and heels.my heart raced as I entered her bedroom , I could still smell her perfume and it was making me hard. I was naked opening her wardrobes and looking at some of the sexy dressers she had, some must have been from when she was married, a very short tight red dress, a PVC nurse outfit which I rubbed the tip of my cock on. Her mouth was distended by the wire frame gag that held it open. Her eyes were staring unblinking from dark hollows in her face. I couldn't work out at first what she was wearing but finally realised it was the tattered remnants of the sweater and skirt that she had on when I'd last seen her, torn by the mistreatment that she had suffered over the last two days. Her tits were purple, and sore, the steel claws of the tit clamps, pinched into her nipples. Her hair was lank and greasy, sticky with. It felt so real… And it felt real for a reason, the bug had escaped from its box and it was lurking between the woman’s legs. Guided by the female’s scent, the bug delicately rubbed her pussy lips through her thin panties. The arousal grew within Monica’s body as the touch became more persistent, more evident. But even then she remained deep in sleep. Suddenly, she got the uncomfortable feeling that it wasn’t safe. She had to wake up but she didn’t want to. That idea was not welcome. It was. I even missed her bucked front teeth. It was her laugh though, and the way she would melt right into you, that I most remembered and missed. There are times when I give in to it and allow myself to wallow in self pity, and this was one of those times. I finished my last Coke, and then excused myself to go up to my room. I finally had to ask my guardian to help me get to sleep.The next morning we left early, and flew into San Antonio. We rented a car, and then drove over to the town of Luling..