Both the girls remained silent and still, waiting eagerly to see if it was true. At this point, I knew Fiona had told them about my cage and it was ju...st a matter of time before the truth was out.I bent down, pulling the panties off my legs, and then stood up, completely naked in front of them. The girl's stared and smirked, not quite knowing how to react."See," Fiona said, "I told you she was my little sissy girl!"I felt so ashamed and insecure as they began giggling and pointing at my cage.. His hands came back around to her buttocks which he squeezed, then continued to her nest."You always this wet?" he breathed."For the right man I am," she countered, bending over his desk face down and exposing her rear and nest. "And what would you do then?" she teased."I think I'd get into it as soon as possible to see how it suited me," he replied, loosening his belt and dropping his pants and shorts."Yes, I like that strategy," she said, "I like that strategy a lot."She grunted slightly as. My eyes, a chill green, peering out from a nest of woolen scarves, smoothly caress the landscape and search for signs of movement, or something out of place. With the coming of dawn they can follow the twin rails of an old road that winds slowly past the boles of oak and pine and ash to a spring-fed farm pond at which creatures often slake their thrists. A crumbling chimney stands as a sentinel atop the hill to my left; a jumble of soot-colored bricks keep it company and provide mute testimony. Within them I could see Edwina’s own evil plainly enough and that was bad enough, but worse still was the fear that while staring into her soul, I would instead see the inhumanly black eyes of the old witch again boring through mine, tempting my soul once more! ‘We are as of a kind together!’ The old evil crone had laughed as she had weighed my sins against hers. But we were not! I refused to accept that connection. While my own soul was far from unstained it was not an abyss of darkness.