That didn’t help her feel any better about the work her kind Master’s harsh hands did that night. She just wanted it to be over, and then they cou...ld leave Ricard and his malice far behind them and be long gone before he or his brethren could muster their forces to find them. So she waited. Silmaria reached up to brush the thick tumble of her hair from her eyes. She caught sight of the fur on the back of her hand matted with dried blood. Her Master’s dried blood, smeared across her grasping. I helped her get out of the dress and showed her just how much her outfit had turned me on and she responded readily.Friday rolled around eventually, but to me the time just seemed to drag. I kept trying to restrain my enthusiasm and excitement, determined not give May any idea of what I had planned. Yes, I was worried about whether I was doing the right thing, but at least realised that May would have every opportunity to say no and walk away from what might happen. I had, however, convinced. He heard a spate of giggling from within as he drew close.He glanced at her closed door. Frank knew her secret. Mindy only played at being dumb. She liked to play the field with the guys, never letting any get close enough to seek a true reward from her. Instead, she liked toying with their affections and their hearts. She would set them against each other and make them vie for her attentions. And whenever her duplicity was exposed, she knew exactly how to tug on a guy's heartstrings to make. When the music kicked in I began strutting around the stage, bending over to touch my toes and rubbing my legs and boobs. When I touched my toes I would slowly slide my fingers up my legs and linger on my pussy which was only being covered by a tiny piece of string. The crowd soon began whistling and shouting for me to ‘get my tits out’ again. I obliged of course then sat sexily on the wooden chair and began pouring white baby cream onto my boobs; then saucily rubbed it in making them all.