His little staff of ass kissers doesn’t help either.’ Matthew said, bemused. Lauren listened to him circle her, feeling around on the floor. ‘Ah... hah.’ ‘What did you find?’ ‘A miraculously unbroken bottle of something.’ Matthew crawled up and sat down, fumbling with the cork. ‘Don’t you think this might be a bad time to drink?’ ‘Oh contraire. We’re in a dark, silent, cold, small space. We’re stuck, and we can’t start a fire, because it would deplete our oxygen. On top of which, we’re both. With a devious smile she added, “I thought you might enjoy some eye candy to liven up the party.”Kim smiled broadly, focusing her attention on the long, thick bulges straining against the thin material of the dancers’ slacks, cooing, “Oh, my God, Teri….where did you find these guys?”The girls all started “ooohing” and “aahhhing”, with their eyes – and hands – gravitating to the asses and dicks of both guys as they entered the room. Someone turned on the music, and both men started gyrating and. I was wearing jeans and a sweater. ?You tell me from now on, I am only allowed to wear skirts and dresses and you were taking me shopping to ensure I have a proper wardrobe.You then lead me into a living room where there are 4-5 guys in there. You introduce me as your misbehaving slutty slave who needs to be punished. The 1st thing asked is why you allow me to show up in jeans, this makes you mad. You tell them one of the reasons for punishment - not dressing as I should. ?I turn to look at you. ‘Sir?’ The clerk’s voice startled me slightly as she spoke from the other side of the deli counter. She was indicating the pile of thinly-sliced turkey upon the deck of her slicer, a questioning look on her face. ‘That’s fine,’ I said, then forced a smile. ‘Just that, and the Muenster.’ I tossed the two plastic bags into the basket I held, which already contained a jar of sliced pickles, two beefsteak tomatoes, a jar of spicy mustard, and a loaf of potato bread. The following day, I knew, I.