Then somehow the subject of computer programs came up. It may seem funny to be able to think of something like that on the verge of an orgasm, but it ...id, thank goodness. And why in the hell do I say, ‘thank goodness?’ Well, my patient reader, I decided that it was time to show her one of my new acquisitions. Now I could have showed her some of the X-rated texts I had or some of the graphics that would justify the purchase on a computer in the first place, but that seemed like a blaspheme. I. No one else seemed to notice. That kind of pettiness was just so normal it was invisible.I tried not to stare but, from a lot of short glances, I managed to build up a complete picture of how Sanna looked. Her canary yellow dress had quite a deep V neck and lots of tiny, pearl white buttons down the front. Sanna didn’t have a big bust but there was a captivating curve down to her tight tummy. She had no make-up on, but she was wearing a beautiful midsommarkransen - a wreath of wild flowers - in. For a couple of minutes I just lay there, my erection slowly drifted away, and all I could think of was what a weird story I had to tell my mates one day, then after a few attempts to try and get out of the cuffs, but not getting anywhere, they were clearly good proper cuffs, I heard the door open again.Finally she was back, and so I relaxed, lay back on the bed and waited for her to stroll in back in and get things going again.But oddly she didn't come upstairs straight away, I heard her. Sadly. He disappears from my sight once again. I tense up, wondering what form of hell Master will inflict on me next. But I dont have to wonder for long as I feel something being pressed into my pussy, stretching it. I moan in pleasure and feel something else being secured to my clit. I wonder what is going on, but am almost immediately rewarded with an answer as Master wordlessly flicks on these two objects and as the thing inside my pussy vibrates, two words filter into my seared conscious..