I said to Paul that it might be best if I made a move soon. He said I should stay a bit longer as she’d be off the phone once she’d put some plan ...nto motion. I was happy to stay as long as I wasn't getting in the way. Alice came back, apologising for her outburst and that she’d been rude in ignoring us. “Not a problem at all I said, get done what you need to!”Her phone pinged again and she reached for it and seemed annoyed again. She set about typing quite a long message. She was clearly. "We have to talk, Christine, please don't leave."She looked at the floor, looked at me, and said, "we can't let anyone know we met."I agreed and said let's talk, pointing toward the two chairs near the table in the room.After a bit, she entered the room and closed the door.We sat across from each other and stared. Each of us was equally guilty in our activity."I've never met with anyone before," she finally stated, emphatically."Neither have I," was my reply.More quiet time followed before she. As I left I saw an unknown guy approaching her door so I got behind a tree and watched her kiss him welcome. Busy beaver, for sure.Over time Annie and I connected on more than a crotch level. I knew from Bill that he was still enjoying her body from time to time and she wasn’t too skillful about concealing others from me. Maybe she didn’t want to, but it was never mentioned nor excuses made when she was “unavailable” some of the times I wanted to get together. Keeping her autonomy, I. She was spread eagled, and someone had lodged a rather large plug in her cunt, held in place by rawhide cleverly tied to the inside of her left leg. Her dyed purple hair was in a pony tail that had been tied to an o-ring over her head, forcing her to stare at the ground. “my Master has instructed me to greet you. i am jem. You are welcome here at the cellar. Would you like to hurt me before entering the party room?” It was customary to hurt the greeter slave, a show of dominance. Loreena hardly.