Bob didn't consider it a legitimate option either, it was just there asa threat to force Missy into deciding between the other two. However,Bob though..., wouldn't it be a hoot, and revealing about Missy's truenature, if she would choose it.The other two, the real choices, where meant to inspire a separate kindof terror of their own in a man. Corporate slut - being a kept woman, avery nicely gilded cage indeed. Luxury and fashion would be hers, butit would still be a cage. She would be required. "But you like organizing my underthings, don't you, Jamie?"When Mother caught me playing in her panty drawer a few years before,she made me organize her panties so she could tell if I was playing inher drawers. She also informed me that since I was interested in herlingerie, I'd be hand washing it from now on. "And by the way, dear,we'll buy you plenty of dainties for yourself so you won't have to playwith my intimates."That was three years ago and I've been doing hers and my lingerie. Her pussy was clamped around my finger but I managed to slip in a second finger and continued to fuck her while she groaned and moaned above me.Her ass was shifting in the chair, pushing forward, eager to feel my fingers deep inside her pussy. My fingers were covered in her sweet juices and I could sense she was close to cumming. I kept up the regular rhythm on her clit and fucked her harder by sliding my fingers deep with every thrust.Suddenly I felt her pussy clamp even tighter around my. I figured out what Billy was on about. I call him theslow one, but he got it immediately. Maybe he just saw the rope straight away. Mrs. Evans?arms were tied firmly on her back with a piece of rope. Mrs. Evans wasrestrained quite cruelly by what I could see in the not-so-perfect light of theroom. She was tied down and fucked from behind. And the reason she was not asloud as one would expect her to be was, and I saw that when her partner (?)grabbed her hair and pulled her head up from the sofa,.