I really didn’t notice at first cause I was really tired and just wanted to get some rest. I focused on what was happening and soon she was slowly g...rinding against my leg. This was driving me crazy. Whether she realized it or not I was getting really excited. So while I was running my hands up and down her back I slowly started to rub lower and lower until I had my hand on her ass cheek.I slowly started to lightly squeeze and kneed her little ass. At the same time she continued to lightly grind. “I know better than to divulge our street address.” I regarded the image. “That looks like one of our oversized syringes she’s holding -- and one of our nozzles ... Hmm...”“Hmm what?” she asked.“I wonder if she has a website.” I manipulated her laptop and entered Mistress Erica into a Google search. “Nothing ... Let’s try Back Page.” I worked her keyboard. “Look at that...” I regarded the page that came back. “She runs a dungeon. Not only does Mistress Erica offer your standard BDSM fare, she. They exchanged pleasantries over coffee and breakfast, but Zach could see that something was troubling Jayne. She wasn't herself. "Jayne," Zach said. "What's wrong? I know you enough by now to see that something's wrong. What is it, dear?" "It's Robert," Jayne said, her voice trembling. "I can't put my finger on it, but he's up to something and I think it might involve Carol. They were talking about something the other day when you had us over for breakfast, but when they saw me they stopped. “This dirty slut is here to do whatever you need, please use me.” She started sobbing desperately as I grabbed her by the back of the hair and pushed her to her knees. “Crawl to her slut.” I smacked her on the ass and pushed her behind the counter. The thick plug jutting from her ass swayed like a tail as she shuffled along the floor. I could hear her blubbering as she came to a stop before where Annie sat. “Lick my boots slut.” I’d never heard Annie speak with more.