Nothing had changed since the final walk through I’d had with Sandy a few weeks back, only now I paid more attention to the living details, and Elly... helped me. While the boys explored the house, she and I cleaned out the kitchen cabinets, dumping very old looking spices, flour, and sugar. We found some trash bags in the pantry, and we loaded four of them with junk to be thrown out. Next, we did more of the same throughout the house, throwing away old looking towels, linens, and other junk. The. Kissing still, he mauled her breasts b4 returning 2 her c*nt.He jammed 4 fingers in her pussy, sumthing Id never dared 2 do. Worse, they were lengthwise, stretching her 2 a degree I cudnt imagine. Worse yet, her motions betrayed her mounting xcitement.Suddenly they stood, embraced and started walking in2 the house. I beat a retreat from the kitchen. Now I had sound but no visuals. They were in the kitchen when I heard her say, F*ck me rite here.Heard them collapse 2 the floor, heard her moan as. The other Masters who would be with them tonight always demanded no slave be covered or not accessible to any of them who choose the slave, for any duty. Her high heels an aching 5 inches forcing her back into a tantalizing arch, and thrusting her breast forward as if asking to be used. M finished her simple makeup, her only jewelry the iron ring on her middle finger identifying her as a slave to other Masters. Just as she finished her Master came into the room, dressed in black slacks and. “Well you did, so deal with it.” The phone clicked and then the line went silent.I threw my phone down on the counter beside me, not caring if it got damaged. I could feel my anger clawing at my chest, trying to burst through me. Mixed in with that anger were hot tears of sadness that I felt like I couldn’t control. One more small thing and they would come gushing out of me, and once I started crying, I didn’t know if I’d be able to stop myself. I needed an outlet. Something to get rid of my.