"I'll have a martini, shaken, on the rocks." You got it," I said. When I gave her the drink she thanked me, putting in a fancy pink bendy straw from h...er purse and sipping it. Odd chick, but one hell of a looker. "If you don't mind me saying so, miss, that's one unusual outfit you got there." Oh, thanks," she said. "It runs in the family. My whole family's crazy. Plus we had a killer party last night. I wanted to try something different. What a wild night that was. My boyfriend, the ASS, staged. I discovered myself clutching Paula's bear instead of her. I softly chuckled as I shifted to sit up. My feet touched her top where she'd tossed it so adorably to show me. So I could see. So I could touch. So I could taste. And now so I could smell. Her Tommy Girl. I set her top next to her bear.She'd been excited and warm and so very wet. And she'd kissed, and purred and sighed and then we each found our rapture, together.The fast clicking of key strokes penetrated the stilled darkness.Paula. Every photo took (half) a minute to show up at my screenI tried to watch lowest resolution old videos ... which showed me about only three stills per minuteI soon discovered that only stories show up fast at my screen and all my messages went even faster!I soon discovered a few favourite female authors, started to comment their stories and message themIn reading stories, one minds' eye fills in details which you like to 'see' - your imagination worksIn an effective story serving your fancies. So there she sat, on his lapdick up her ass watching a compilation of her past tortures. Once a week now Jessie was taken to the club andwas made to be a part of Diana's show. Her forced breast enlargement and subsequentbeating raffle was quite popular. So to was "Guess What's Up Your Ass?" a gameshow themed event for two or more slaves. The title was fairly self explanatory,the winner was whichever slave identified the greater number of objects, beingable to remain conscious also helped..