Wendy stayed to straighten up the living room. "Sandy," Jacques said, "Wendy left you a surprise in the bathroom. Try it on." Sandy found a transparen...t pink flimsy pullover that barely covered her ass. It might have been bought at Fredrick's of Hollywood but certainly not Macy's. It was so shear that when Sandy looked at herself in the mirror, every detail of her body was visible. It almost seemed silly to have anything on at all, yet it made her feel so incredibly sexy. She demurely entered. " she worked her pussy with the left hand, her right moving up her chest to tweak her nipples.I was shocked. As far as I know, she's never touched herself like this. We'd talked about it, and she said she was just never interested. But now she insisted on doing it while I watch!What could I do? I pulled my cock out and sat there, watching her, stroking myself.I noticed that she was only playing with the outside of her vagina, though. So I told her "baby... put a finger inside..." No..." she. Sometimes he locks my little clitty up in cage because it is a uselessnub and I need to focus on pleasing him not myself.He loves that I am dumb and he has to take care of me. He loves me somuch.There is a knock at the door. As I burst into tears. I tug at me tinypecker."Furckkkhh," I say in my dumb voice.A million new scenes of my life my new reality fall into place."Who is that. Let me put some pants on and go answer," I hear Rob Say.I hear voices in the corridor but not what they are saying.. A mic at the desk well hidden so I could not see it and another one in the office which were both connected to the vibrator in question, meant their were moments in the day when I'd be brought to a juddering halt if I was lucky or I'd end up crying out either in pain or pleasure, depending on what was being said at the time. People had taken to walking by and calling me names just for the fun of it. Their was a note on the desk telling people how to address her, pick one word from a list and.