My drive back was on a Sunday and I stopped at the store. It was a mad house! Brides-to-be everywhere. I walked through the busy aisles and looked ...at the thousands of dresses on the racks. The store was so busy with so many people that I must have been assumed to be a potential groom or brother of one of the brides, just wandering about. I lost my nerve to ask for a fitting and took a business card from the counter.From the safety of my own vehicle outside, I called the store and asked. . great fucking timing huh? I thought maybe I should stop and act like I was done. When guys fart it's all guys will be guys but god forbid I do. Then I had a revelation... girls will be fucking girls, who gives a shit we're outside anyway. I farted right there in front of him staring at me and continued emptying my bladder. And ya know what? His erection sure as fuck didn't go away. He was lightly stroking his cock and wasn't trying to hide it from me. Finally I finished and stood up. I felt a. ”“To be tortured?”“Yes, sir.”“The other servants, too?”“Only women are used here, sir. Sometimes the men help the master restrain the victims and strap them into the equipment.”“Women other than the servants?”“Yes, sir. Many other women.”“Could you show Shannon here how to use the equipment?”“Shall I use it on her?”“Yes, but only to show her. Stop if she tells you to. But first, let me into the storage room.”Jake followed Brenda who found the proper key and opened the door.“What am I going to. “yeah, yeah!” josie moaned, rolling her eyes in revolt. “i can handle her, go on and have fun you two,” her grandfather said to her mom and dad.Once her parents car had pulled out of the driveway and driven off, josie immediately stripped down. It had started many years ago as a game her grampa talked her into playing, but josie now continued to run around the house naked whenever he babysat her. It began innocently enough, but in recent years josie had noticed the way her grampa took longer.