I returned home an hour later. Cindy was curled up in a fetal position on the couch, nearly catatonic, whispering my name over and over, while Sherry ...watched over her, with guilt and concern written on her face.I demanded, “What happened to her?”“Nothing! I was just asking her questions.”“What did you ask her”?“I just asked her ... I just asked her, would she go if you set her free?”I ran to Cindy and cradled her head. “I am not going to set you free. I am never sending you away. We had an. “You are our plaything.”The voice sounds wrong. It sounds like it is made from a synthesizer, a word I know, but a word divorced from its meaning. “What?”Pain. There is pain radiating from my balls, pain that shoots to my thighs and back. The things stuck to me are hurting me. There is screaming in my head. No – I am screaming. The pain stops and I fall limp in my restraints. “You are our plaything. You must be trained for your purpose. Your training is simple. We will apply stimulus. You will. Though I did not seen her with that sexy kind of look. After some normal chatting and laughing, she told me to entertain myself with the idiot box and she moved inside the kitchen to prepare dinner. After 1 hour so she called me inside to take dinner. I went inside we both took our dinner. I observed that time when she was sitting next to me her gown was moved upper side of her ankle and for a bit I saw her fleshy, creamy thighs up to her black panty. Now I got some naughty and hot thoughts. ‘Oh, I see.’ I chuckled. ‘Come to my house and fuck me like the bad girl I am.’ She suggested. As soon as we walked in her place, we were ready for nonstop action. With fiery lust in our eyes, we popped Ecstasy pills and practically tore each other’s clothes off in the bedroom. We were nude, and I threw her to the bed. My condom-covered dick stood straight out. I think Dellanira still could not believe how big my dick was as she stared at it. I climbed on top of her, and sank my dick into.