She led me up a short flight of stairs and into a small room. Two stiff wooden chairs and a small table sat before a tall window that looked out over ... nearby park and small pond. An ugly institutional sofa sat against one wall and a second table held a dusty looking computer. Emma guided me to one of the surprisingly comfortable chairs and sat opposite me, smoothing her skirt as she sat. The brief glimpse of the material tight on her ass gave me a momentary thrill of enjoyment that vanished. She watched it slide inside her until only the very base could be seen. Then slowly retrieving it, pulling it out, twisting it as she withdrew the makeshift toy. She rubbed the tip along her slit again; she could see a ring of moisture on the can, tendrils of her juice clung to the top. She arched her back as she thrust it back inside in one swift movement holding it there for just a moment before withdrawing again. She moaned in pure pleasure as she began to thrust it in and out. Sometimes. The first one put his arm aroundCarl's waist with instant familiarity. The next one over slid his handunder that miniskirt to rub his bottom. Carl froze but didn't protest,too afraid of getting himself into trouble with Marie... and Juno. Theygave their orders, which he wrote down with a shaky hand, and he swishedoff to get them filled. When he returned they were ready for him, theother two also getting their fill of free feels. His thighs were strokedand his chastity was playfully. But you live where you can afford to live. It had a bed, and it had ashower. I could make do.I poured a glass of wine. I sat on the beaten couch and thought aboutMistress Vanessa.She was never far from my thoughts. I thought about the early days, whenshe convincd me it would be a kink to wear my clothes. When she pushedme toward chores. When she began to assert herself as the authority inour relationship. When I gleefully accepted her panties as my own.I smiled. I was so ready for submission. I.