When she awoke, she had a raging headache and no idea where she was. The room was very small, had no windows and only a dim light. The walls were made...from concrete and the rusty, heavy steel door had a door viewer in it. She lay on a wooden bed with no blanket. After a few seconds she realized that she was wearing nothing but her underwear. Steps echoed in the hall before her door, stopping in front of her room. The door was unlocked, opened and a woman in her thirties walked in. She was 5'3”. The fire was roaring in the center of the village as little fires flickered scattered out. The main fire was where the elders and the children sat. Smiling Bear was telling his usual stories. Dove sat with her meat in hand listening to the fables of truth and myths of mysteries. It was her favorite time of the feast. She felt his hand on her shoulder as Hawk sat next to her with his meal and smiled. Then he was quiet for the story teller. They both scooted close to each other and smiled as. My 38 D cup breast forms, a matching set of a low cut silk brassire and thong panties that were carefully laid out on my queen sized bed after arrving home from early that Thursday afternoon.On top of the hand written note between both large pillows , were one of my new unopened black fish net thigh high stockings with matching jet black frilly garter belt.Their note read as follows: DEAR SEXY SISSY BITCH , The three of us are in full agreement that a few blissful hours of hot erotic sex are in. Otherwise she’d be on my case non-stop.“It’s my ex,” I said, hoping it would be enough, but knowing that she would demand more. Nicely, of course. She’d be pleasant, but still demanding.Her expression showed sympathy and understanding. “Ex-boyfriends are the pits. If it’s not them phoning to try and get me to put out just one more time for them, it’s me phoning them when I’m really pissed to cry about not being with them. They’re the absolute pits! There should be a law that says when you split.