She replied that the ground of her house is vacant and is for rent. We exchanged numbers and I fixed a date to visit the property to see it.It was a w...ekday afternoon. I rang the bell and here she was, in a tight top and shorts which revealed her soft milky thighs. She didn’t wear a bra and her nipples were pointed over the top. I wore a black shirt and skinny jeans. My eyes were locked on her thighs and boobs.She was checking out my body and abs. After a while of checking out, she offered me. Suddenly a high pitched musical tone startled all three of us and I saw the detective grab a cell phone. He quickly opened it and I heard him say, “Detective Armstrong, okay hold on a minute.” The detective turned to me and pointed down the hall saying, “Sorry, but I need to take this call, there is a small waiting room down there, the last door there on the right before the double doors.” He then wandered off down another corridor talking quietly on his cell phone. I led my wife and daughter. She also explained that as a formermale, it was nearly impossible to become anything but submissive, so mayas well get used to it. She concluded by saying that she left a halfdozen of the poise pads in the bathroom where she could pick these uplatter and carry them in her purse. If she needed a change, she neededto request this from either one of the staff, or one of the dominantladies, all of which carry a key that would unlock the special pantiesshe was now wearing. The final and most. She ran her tongue up and down Sandy’s cleft, lapping at her folds hungrily as she brought her hands up to grip tightly around both of her trembling thighs. Laurel’s gaze swept wantonly across Sandy’s face, taking in the sight of her blonde curls pressed against her sweat slicked skin, her eyes squeezed firmly shut as she arched her back off their bed. Sandy’s rasping breath flowed around the soaked gag within her mouth, its moistness matching the wetness of the flesh Laurel so hungrily.