She had dished out a small bowl of butter chicken for me. Her leftovers. She retired to the bedroom while I ate.Now the time had come. I knew you coul...d pee with the cage on, but it felt awkward. Standing in front of the toilet, I determined it might be too messy to stand. Within seconds of sitting to pee, my mistress walks into the bathroom and sees me. "That's so cute. You look like a girl peeing.", she giggle, "don't forget to wipe your slit." When I was finished, I did as I was told and. I could hear my own voice onevery breath. It was too much! I grabbed her hand and pressed itharder against my cunt and grabbed her other hand and pushed ittightly over my breast. A tremor went through my whole body.I realized my neck was bent way back. My hands still had Lisa’shands pushed tightly against my breast and my cunt. I relaxed andlet her go, going limp, lying on my back. I felt Lisa’s breath in myear. “You’re so sexy,” she whispered. Her fingers. We will be going out together later and needed some sleep,” Bob told him.“Do you expect him to be here long?” the landlord asked in a somewhat fearful voice.“Only a day or two at most,” Bob assured him, before the landlord closed the door and departed. Bob exhaled heavily in relief.“Did you have to use a glamour of that individual?” he asked several seconds after that.“He was one of the ones who attacked me and kept me distracted while others kidnapped Al,” I told him.“He was actually at your. It was hard to tell though - he was already kinda surprised by my outfit when I walked in.My job was at a theatre, not like a fancy office or whatever, so no one ever wore business-wear or anything like that. But I guess I’d never actually come into work wearing a short pleated skirt, knee-high socks and a cut-off T-shirt before.His eyes kept darting between me and my resignation letter. I’d gotten Mom to help write it; she knows the kind of thing that grown-ups want to read in those kind of.