All I could do was hope I could survive whatever atrocities she had planned for me. The TrapI barely slept all night. I kept tossing and turning, wond...ering what atrocities The Bitch had planned for me. But eventually, fatigue washed over me and I slipped into unconsciousness. My dreams were populated with horrible visions of my instructor. She humiliated and tortured me. Every horrible thing I could think of she did. By the time my alarm clock finally dragged me back to reality, I was covered. Leann then commenced dancing. With her parents gone, she raised the volume on her CD player and Mike could hear the slow and sultry beat over the phone. She ran her hands through her long blonde hair and down the sides of her face to her neck as her body swayed. Her small hands were covered in black lace half-gloves; this was a new addition to her clothing. She ran her hands over her breasts and continued down her flat belly to her groin and she moaned softly into her cell as she did. Right. It was a darkened room, the bed she was lying on covered with dark black sheets and loaded with comfortable pillows. The aroma in the air was heavenly from the scented candles that were burning atop the black shelves that housed various different play items such as whips, gags, ropes, and more. The walls were a dark cherry color which could be seen in the flickering candle light. Megan and Jeff were seated together on the dark cherry couch now, Jeff’s cock aching from blowing twice already!. There was no answer. I got more curious and proceeded to her bed room. That bungalow had two bedrooms, each of whom was shared by two females and none of them were at room that time. So I went to her room and shouted her name. No response yet. I found light in the attached bathroom and hurriedly went inside of it thinking of some sort of problems. I was right, I found shoma senseless and lying on the mosaic floor of the bathroom. I pulled her up and brought to her bed. Right after it, I flashed.