. !" She's ten times the fuck you are!"Her fingers were kneading his flesh spasmodically now, and she felt a curious tingling sensation begin in her s...omach. "Why, darling? Why did you... screw with her?" Why?" He laughed scornfully. "Because you're an iceberg, that's why! Or at least you're an iceberg with me. Maybe with Cord you weren't. Maybe you gave him one hell of a ride."The tingling was spreading, inflaming her loins, and she knew it was the beginning of intense arousal. For some. These she gave and then clicked on a box that said:I have read and agree to all conditions, and I hereby agree to the amount of £50.00 being debited from my account.After a few more seconds of final reflection, she clicked on the 'Submit' button. She watched the screen expectantly, and after several more seconds, another message appeared:Your payment has been accepted. Please make a careful note of the following eight digit account number. Thank you for using this service. Click here to enter. It fit like a hood with eye holes, a space for my nose that was covered, but left my nostrils clear, and a wide zipper that was open in the front."There are snaps in the places near your neck. They secure it together." I suited actions to words, unzipping the mouth."Okay, it's on. Why shouldn't I talk?" I asked."Just don't sweetie, trust me. You can unzip it to give her pleasure or kiss her, there's enough room where you can fold back the zipper and not cut her with it. If you need to, there is. I apologize for snooping I was just curious. Maria told her to shut up that she wasn’t done talking. No I am absolutely going to do what I just said if you don’t choose option number two which is you become the sex slave for me and my husband Robert. You see by our playroom that we live in a particular lifestyle we are very sexual and we have a small circle of exclusive friends from the area that we entertain usually about twice a month. I think it’s pretty self-explanatory and if you choose.