"I don't want you sitting on the floor again, just make yourself comfortable." I walked back and handed Xander the remote. "I'm sure there's a game on...or something." Thanks, Noëlle, you're the best," he shouted after I had closed and locked the bathroom door.It was impossible not to touch. I could have easily gone all the way, there was plenty of noise coming from the living room and the shower wasn't silent either. But I stayed strong, and kept playtime to a minimum. My plan wouldn't be as. Leila looks down as the slave presses the stump ofone arm to her gaping red slit. Rubbing it the length of her genitals making itmoist with her arousal, the other stump pressing at her anus, probing.She laughs. A throaty, gutturallaugh.I cradle the woman?s head in Myleather covered arm and look up at the slave.Leila is becoming nasty with her increased sexual arousal, the girl is in permanent pain, Leila?s fingerspressing again and again on the buttons. Shocks to the clitoris, the anus,. Iopened the box and my heart absolutely leapt. Therewas a black bra, thong, garter and stockings, blackpatent heels, a frilly petticoat, and a gorgeousmaid's outfit. After putting it all on, I noticedwhat looked like a hatbox sitting next to it. It wasa wig. Long, blonde, with major bangs. Also in thebox was some hot fuck me red lipstick. After puttingon the wig and lipstick, I stumbled to the door,shaking from head to toe. What was out there? Who?"Ma'am?"There was a moment of silence. What's. Susan had accepted me into her life, and I'd betrayed her trust by disobeying her. I wanted to make amends, but knew that it was too soon to make an overture. "Lydia, take them to the dungeon," Susan said. "I'll be along shortly." I had no idea what Susan meant, but both Lydia and Margo did. Lydia's smile widened, and Margo gave a gasp of shock. Lydia herded us through the house, and out the back door. Behind the house stood an unattached garage. I'd seen it before, but hadn't taken.