I noticed the swellingin my chest hadn't gone down and I knew I should mention this to Dr.Wilson as well. I also wondered if I was gaining weight. P...rhaps Ishould ask him about dieting too. Maybe Dr. Wilson could recommend adietician. Anyway, I had to get moving so I moved along. In shortorder I was all fluffed and puffed and dressed. Nothing fancy, justsome boy cut panties, stay up nylons, and a matching teddy that all butdisappeared under my knit shirt I wore atop of it. My men's. ”He moved the item so that he could run the tip right along the crevice of her ass.“Do you know now?”She shivered and nodded.“It’s a new butt plug, isn’t it?”“It is,” he confirmed. “A very special one.”“Why is it special?”“Well, first of all, it’s special because I bought it just for you, baby girl. You’ll have to wait to find out what else makes it special, though,” he explained.He was still running the tip along the edge of one of her cheeks, and she was trying not to squirm.“Are you going to. She has been useful to us, very useful. Go quickly, do whatever she tells you."I went quickly where I was told, arrived late at night, stabled my horse and curled up on the loft, just about to fall asleep when a cry came from the dark house."No, please, please," the female voice yelped.A man cackled and there was a slap and a deep and lecherous laugh. I got my britches and boots back on and crossed the stableyard to the back door, hitching on my heavy belt. The door gave to my shoulder, and I. Let’s not spoil it by dwelling on sad things” she said. “Ok? What happened upstairs earlier was exactly what I needed.” I smiled and nodded. Now I understood why she clasped her thighs on my head and held my face to her pussy as she thrust with every fiber of her being. Those orgasms were her release; they broke the locks that held her chained to he grief. It was that desperate, frantic exertion, those long, repeated orgasms, that finally allowed her to let go. No wonder she.