Brad pushed down on her hands again. "Show me," he ordered softly.Lucy moaned again and slowly let his hands push hers down. As the edge of the covers...rubbed on her breasts and stiff nipples, Lucy whimpered and stopped his hands from moving hers. Brad pushed harder and said, "Show me, it's not like I haven't already seen them. You even pressed them to my chest as you kissed me."With a soft groan, the fight went out of Lucy and she allowed her hands to be pushed down to her lap. She was now bare. Master had quietly returned to my room with a long black braided leather whip, hiding an unknown item behind his back. I craned my neck but I still couldn't see it. Smiling evilly at me I saw… oh God no! In his hand was a much bigger anal plug, pink in color, about six inches long, three inches in diameter, a true item of torture if I ever saw one. I knew I was in more trouble than he let on to me. "Master John, no, don't, please, that won’t fit!!" I said, screaming and crying in terror. He. I called for Alexa, my artificial intelligence connection point, to turn on some “party music.”Bethany was not the least bit shy and asked if I wanted a lap dance.“Sure,” I replied, taking another drag from the joint. Bethany stood up beside me and quickly stripped out of her shorts, letting them fall to her ankles, where she stepped out of them. She quickly readjusted the straps of her t-back-g-string underwear that barely covered what needed to be covered.As she stepped between my parted. It’s odor was something odd…something not quite a cat bowl and not quite a toilet, but somewhere in between. Cautiously, the cat batted at it again. As before, the object shifted with the bat of a paw. The cat’s whiskers perked, it’s eyes widened, and it sat down to ponder the object. Lifting a paw to her mouth, the cat bathed herself slowly, her rough tongue running along her paw, which ran over her head as she watched the object out of the corner of her eye. Movement on the other side of the.