She draws closer, leaning toward me as she examines my face. I can see her eyes scan over the mask. Her perfume – sweet, and clean. Intoxicating. �...�We’ll have to manually… restart” I watch as her eyes look down.She suddenly turns away. I can only hear her by the machine. Faint sounds – that make connections to my recollection. My bindings holding me tight. My heart pounding. I can hear the sound of the machine change, a short faint whir. Now there was the sound of the liquid, this time. When they were again in the bedroom she wrapped her arms around John, kissed his ear, then licked the spot she’d kissed. ‘You keep that up, we’ll miss dinner,’ John said. ‘Are you guys almost ready?’ Abby called. ‘Greg’s gone out to get the van and Larry and Joanne are here waiting.’ ‘I guess we better get dressed, huh?’ Gail giggled. ‘Yeah, I guess so,’ John replied. ‘Don’t forget where we were, though,’ he added. ‘We can pick up where we left off when we get home.’ ‘John, you’re impossible!’. She started asking me if I really wanted to lick her pussy, then she told me how her husband doesn't. I almost begged her to do it, but she said that she didn't trust me. She thought that I'd try to fuck her, and she didn't want to do that. I begged and promised, but Karen wasn't sure. After a couple of minutes, Karen said in a firm voice, "get on the bed, spread eagle, I'll be back." I was confused but did as she said. Karen was gone for several minutes. When she came back, she had four. It felt so good to be in his strong arms, I felt like I belong there, belonged to him."I hope that you enjoyed that as much as I did pet," he spoke softly into my ear."Oh yes, Sir. I loved it, Master… especially when you called me Mommy," I giggled, blushing a little."Oh, you liked that, did you? My naughty slutty little Mommy!" he said, wickedly. "Let me see just how much you liked it, pet." His hand reached down between my legs, feeling my wetness and making me moan."Mmmm, oh yes, my whore.