The cold metal felt alien against her lips and tongue. "Close your lips around it, tightly," Miss Rose orders. Ashley does, and keeps the egg-shaped p...ug securely locked in her mouth. Miss Rose slowly pulls on the plug. It spreads Ashley's lips apart and then pops out. "Good little girl," Miss Rose says, smiling. She looks to the slave. "Be good now. You're going to wear this for the rest of the day. Understood?" "Yes Miss Rose, thank you," the girl says, almost in a moan. A few inches from. "Great," I beamed. "I like me some local posse."She sneered and loudly proclaimed, "Aye, I could tell that as soon as ye walked in the door." (I should consider a more fem wardrobe.)Collecting my makeshift map, I walked to the door but not before stopping to survey the vintage Rock-Ola jukebox. There were the obligatory U2 and Van Morrison songs as well as only one by Sinead O'Connor (still one too many for my cultured taste.) There were also surprise selections by Warren Zevon and a band. Luci slurred to open the bedside drawer. Inside I found a bottle of lubricant and three dildos. She said “those are for later.”I came back to them with the lubricant and said you both have to tell me how much you want to be fucked, and what you want to do with me. There followed a slurred description of all manner of erotic, sexy, pornographic and very filthy things they wanted to do with me, along with begging me to ram my cock into them. Whilst they were telling me all this I was busy licking. They just moved in and Regis was just being real neighborly."Gina looked at Sal in disbelief tinged with a hint of disgust. Her look softened a bit when she saw his huge erection was still rampant and it stuck out like a flagpole between his legs. The cream leaking from the 18 year old Irish girl's ass crack attested to his recent anal exploits. It was the poor girl's shouts that had roused the normally deep sleeping Gina from her bed.Regis looked scared and she was still quivering from Sal's.