”Rozella raised a quizzical eyebrow. “Ah! Do I detect a story? What “things” are you getting away from?”Miranda lowered her eyes and blushed..., hating herself for flush of blood in her cheeks. Rozella seemed pleased; finding Miranda’s blushes endearing. Miranda waved her hand foolishly. “Oh er just things you know.” she mumbled tritely. Rozella’s eyes sparkled; her interest increasing by the minute. Miranda was saved from further embarrassment by the arrival of the conductor in the carriage.. She could sense his increased excitement through their mental bond. She could feel every surge of enjoyment he experienced each time she squeezed her butt muscles, every time she let out a moan of encouragement, every time he sank his weapon fully into her back passage. His pleasure in turn excited her and fed her own enjoyment. His pace was unhurried and slow. She liked that. She felt his right hand slip around the curve of her hip and down between her thighs. He was bent over her but. ‘I’m glad you are already dresses as a slave, since that is the role you will be playing tonight. Without touching her he brought his hand up. Suddenly Gia’s arms were over her head and she was on her tiptops as if she was tied but there was nothing touching her body. ‘What the hell-‘ she started to say angrily, trying to move her arms, but the invisible bonds held. The man moved closer and whispered in her ear, ‘I picked your house, because I could smell your blood and your pussy. I need both. .and Joyce seemed to enjoy the attentionand the praise that mother gave her. Nancy seemed to blush a lot, wasvery shy, and a little meek. Mistress Janice took to her immediately asbeing very docile and submissive. Just like Mistress Janice liked herfemale sex partners!A little later a friend of both Joyce and Nancy came up to our table, soJoyce introduced her as Gwen, (a true brunette...as her "bush"indicated), and called her a real slut! She joined our table, and askedwhy I was wearing a.