The alternative is to sleep in the dungeon downstairs.”“Downstairs?” I query. “I thought this building was only one level.”“There’s an a...rea downstairs which used to be a wine cellar. We now use it as the dungeon, Lady,” replies Brooke. “Any slave who displeases a Mistress or Lady, or fails to complete her tasks on time, is made to sleep in the dungeon. Would you like to see the dungeon now?”“Um … yes, okay,” I reply, not really sure if I’m ready for this.Brooke leads me along the corridor until. If any of it drips from your chin onto your blouse then leave it there. You will spend at least one hour shopping with your face full of cum and paul will be next to you at all times feeling you up and openly calling you a slut so that people can hear. I want paul to stop you in the middle of a busy store and undo the zip on your jeans and pull the hole wide open. He will also unbutton your blouse to the point where your tits are almost hanging out. Before you return home you will stand in a. One day, I got into her underwear drawer to see if maybe there was something else she had to wear. Something sexier. What I found shocked me: my mother had a collection of dildos, butt plugs and lingerie next to her underwear drawer! I stared at this flesh colored dildo with balls on it. I grabbed it out of the drawer and put it up to my nose. She had cleaned it because I couldn't smell anything but the silicone smell associated with it. I put the fake cock up to my face and rubbed it over my. I quickly went out of the room looking for Jamie. I had forgotten that I left my book in the library. The book I used to write down all my feelings. I was looking Jamie and for some reason or another, she went back into the library only to see my book. She walks up, grabbing my book as she opened it up and started reading. It talks about how sexy, I think she is and I love masculine women, it also goes on to speak of her muscles. It had my most arousing kinky shit in there. Reading some of.