Just before 8.30 I heard the front door opening and took hold of one of my old briars and a magnifying glass. Anne was first in, followed by Audrey �...� both wearing wigs! They nearly peed themselves when they saw me – both collapsing onto the settee in a huddle as they took in the sight of me. “Well, will I do as Sherlock Holmes then? I asked them. Another bout of laughter before they finally sorted themselves out and sat up. “I don’t always meet Anne’s friends for the first time dressed like. A happy daze, a contented daze, andwonderfully pleasurable daze but, a daze none-the-less. A daze nowgone. Not just gone because she was sad at being back to being but aman again. But gone, period.The realization made her curl herself up into a ball even more tightly.She was clear headed now for the first time in years. It hadn't justbeen the "sub space" she happily had descended into as Master Steve'sdominance so gloriously overwhelmed her. That was indeed wonderful butindeed different. . She giggled. She very much tried to not giggle, but she did, a lot. She squirmed and wriggled, trying to get out of Matt’s grip, but trapped between her squeaky giggles and desire to punish her boyfriends for being so forceful was a tough place to be. And she giggled louder when Matt tossed her on the bed.Both men climbed onto the bed with her before she could escape, and each took one of her hands, pinning it to the bed over her head, while they leaned in and kissed her neck.“Blush for us,”. Dragging my French nails lightly up the inside of my bare thighs, I closed my eyes and saw him over me, fucking me hard. I quickly shook my head and opened my eyes again, sitting up a little straighter but leaving my legs open.I furrowed my brow in annoyance. "It's not fair," I said aloud. It was such a mean rule. I lifted the bunched hem of my skirt above my cleanly shaved pussy, staring down at my glistening folds. So wet, and I hadn't even touched myself. I'd be here for hours if I didn't.