She agreed to allow Shelly to visit us whenever she wanted, as long as she called first. But, she was not to criticize or try to change how Cindy and ... interacted.But then Cindy surprised me. She said that if we were in the bedroom, Shelly could listen to us outside the bedroom door. But if she wanted to observe us, she had to be as vulnerable as we were. That is, Shelly had to undress and insert a dildo, at least for a few minutes. Fat chance that would ever happen. But Cindy proved to be more. Hell! He wondered how anyone could have survived the nightly bombing raids of the Russians and Germans.- and yet the people of London "soldiered on". He wondered how the bomber pilots aimed for their targets now that St. Paul's was a pile of rubble. Follow the river up to London and look for the white dome of the cathedral — that's what the Germans had done. "What do the bloody Reds do?" He wondered.Suddenly he was at the bottom of the stairs. He waited — uncertain what to do next. Through a. Or she might in turning the page, likewise look up and perhaps spot me then, though I was equally just as confident I would have moved prior to that at the first inclination she was about to.I decided to risk yet another peek, doing so, looking at her again, pleased to see she hadn't moved, nothing had changed. I gave myself three seconds this time to look at her, taking longer to admire that dark patch between her legs as well as those wonderfully full mature breasts before ducking back away. I knew he was my only safety line, I had to stay in his good graces. “Thank you, Master.” I said through my cracked lips. He smiled at me and nodded. He busied himself with the restraints not removing the cuffs as I had hoped. I pulled my arms and legs back into alignment as he disappeared into the bathroom. He returned with a basin of water, a towel and a glass of water. He set it on the bed, “Don’t move or I will sleep on your pallet and you can sleep in the wet bed.” He chuckled. “That’s a.