I would guess I had a half-inch movement with every step. I couldn't really tell because the collar in my bondage sack kept my head up too high, and I...could not bend over to see my boots. The maids helped me. Boy, did they help me. They pinched me here. They swatted me there. My journey to the next room took at least an hour.But finally, we made it. It was a huge, black-rubber lined room with racks, bars and tables, and more constricting paraphernalia than you'd find in the dungeon of your. He looked incredibly long andthin he thought, as his shoes made him six inches taller when combinedwith the short skirt. He could see the ends of the garters peeking outfrom under the skirt as they were attached to his sheer white hose,which had matching pink bows on each thigh.She had modified his makeup and his hair a bit he noticed, as he nowstarted at his face. His face he thought looked whiter and moreporcelain as she had done something to his foundation. He eyes werelined very thinly, but. His fingers pressed and rubbed, gently then firmly, tracing the line of my labia. he kept at it til I was wet, panties drenched against his fingers. I never made a sound and only looked at him when he stopped. he got off the train and I followed him. I still followed him when he went down an alleyway, and crashed into him a yard in. His hands grabbed me around the waist so I wouldn't fall, and he backed me against one of the brick walls beside a dumpster. he stared down at me with assessing. Dave was sitting in the kitchen eating some left overs that he'd fixed for himself when she walked in. He looked up at her briefly and then took his plate to the sink, rinsed it and put it in the dishwasher. The he took another brief look at Diane and walked out of the room. He went into the living room, turned on the TV and settled in to watch the war news on CNN. Operation Iraqi Freedom seemed to have bogged down in a sandstorm. Diane came into the room and sat down in the easy chair across.