Brenda needed to be cleaned up. A minute later, she lurched back to the toilet and sat down as quickly as possible, then everything came out the other...end. Steve sighed silently. Whatever was on the schedule for the day was trashed. As soon as she finished with the toilet, he pulled her back under the shower and helped her clean up. She ended up both puking and pooping a second time before she was finished.“Just let me die,” she moaned.“You’ll be fine. You just had a little too much fun last. .yeah sorry about the noise we'll um...try to keep it down for you and your husband" he said, slowly turning towards the door."Oh he's not my husband!" Sarah shouted out, a little too eagerly. "He's...my boyfriend, but we've been together a long time" Oh ok.... That's cool. Well...uh, I'll keep it down for you two... Although I've heard...."Heard what?"You know.... I've heard what you guys have heard in my place. You said it yourself, you're room backs onto mine and these walls are paper. But Master didn't realize that there is a third group -- women who WANT to be owned. I didn't know I was one such until I saw him exercise his control over her like that -- but I got hot flashes any time I thought about it."Bianca was slowly working lower. The Wench once again assumed a spread stance, and Bianca knelt while working her way over her belly and hips. Bianca caught a whiff of the Wench's distinctive vaginal secretions -- she was getting aroused just telling the tale! "Go on,". "I want to see the world whilst I'm still young enough to enjoy it!" Margery responded. Completely failing to see the irony in her statement.At that point words failed me, and, if it wasn't for the seriousness of the situation, I might well have burst out laughing.You see, when Marge and I first got together I was dead keen on travelling. I'd grown up with the plan in the back of my head that when I finished my engineering training, I'd travel the world for a few years before I settled.