The knots were deep enough that my exterior muscles held it in but it would still move around a little to work its magic on my G spot. I lay on the be... and stroked it like I was jerking on a cock and I watched on the big screen. The movement was perfect; the wearer was in for a treat with this; in fact I would bet she would have as many orgasms as the one getting fucked. After 30 strokes or so I was ready to go over the top.I had to force myself to stop. I wanted to try out the 8 inch one. I. His mate Gary, was busy trying his luck with Sheila.It all seemed like harmless fun, when suddenly Sheila piped up and said, let's all go back to my place, giving me a sly wink. It never occurred to me that there would be anything more than their coming back for a drink or two. boy was I wrong.We all piled into a taxi for the short trip back to Sheila's place.As soon as we were inside, Sheila poured us all a drink and put on some music, she then turned and pounced on Gary, snogging him, I. .” “Thoroughly.” “Yes, Miss . . .” “And here . . . you see a powder bowl and puff. Afterwards, you will use those.” “Yes, Miss.” “But those are not your only duties, Belle. Immediately her Highness has departed . . . every time, understand me . . . you will clean her lavatory pan and her lavatory seat with your tongue. Again . . . thoroughly. After that, you will lick the floor she has walked on. All of it. Every square inch. Those are my orders. If you disobey them in the slightest, I shall. He sent this Federal Express because he said some time this morning Kevin O'Rourke or Jeff Stover will be running in with the sales results."There was a knock on the door. "Speak of the devil! Stace, you want to see who's there?" Kevin and Jeff were at the door. Jeff was holding a stack of papers. As they walked in, Cliff removed the paperweights and allowed the calendar to re-roll. The two were obviously agitated."What's the problem, guys?" Cliff asked.Jeff replied, "Our computers have gone.