Your hands move to my front, where you finally find the clasp to my bra and you do away with the bothersome piece of clothing. You push my hands behin...d my back and firmly hold them there in one of your own. I begin to whimper, groan, moan and gasp as you begin taking possession of my breasts. I squirm as I begin to feel the pressure in my stomach building and the fire between my legs magnifying. I moan and whimper out, “Master…may I…may I please…please cum for…you?” which you deny, causing me. Our house had those locks that don't have a real key, just a piece of wire you put through the keyhole and push a button inside the doorknob, so I was worried about intruders. My parents kept the little wire "key" on the top of the door frame to the hall closet so I would grab it and take it in the room with me. If anyone came home while I was busy, the plan was simple. Run into the on suite bathroom and when the yells about the locked door began I would open the bedroom door and say I was. Once they are tight enough to your liking, you order me to lower my head. You grab the chain linked to the clamps and pull it over the back of my head, letting it drop around my neck. “That’s much better”.You stand up, facing me. Any attempt to raise my head sends searing pain through my nipples, so I am again relegated to look only at the toe of your boots. “Slave, when I told you I was running, I wasn’t lying. I did go for a two hour run, but that was earlier this afternoon – while you. She was watching me and she already knew I'd seen Debbie, maybe I even knew where she was right then."Heather was with her, but..." Barbara shrugged."What about Heather?" I looked up quickly."She's home. I don't know everything, but I think the police found her." The police?" I swallowed hard and glanced at my dad. "Is she okay?" I think so," she told me. "But nobody's heard from Debbie, Sam. If you know where she is..." Maybe," I said with a frown. "I might know, um..." You should call her;.