He grabs my hips and slides my pantyhoes and thong from under me. i am completely naked! in bed, and under this man's control. im scared and equally h...orny. he looks at me and get down starts kissing my inner thighs, im hard, he grabs me completely with one hands and rubs me, then starts licking me between my sack and asshole. hes kissing me between my legs, licking me, he takes out my buttplug and comes over to put it in my mouth, i suck on it with eyes looking at him wondering whats next? he. "Where am I?" groggily asked Janet. "Chained in Mistress Erica's house, that's where. Now get up, I have to get you dressed." Janet sat up, and suddenly remembered the events of the previous night. She rubbed the new welts on her body and pulled at the chain that locked her to the wall. "That's better," said Andrea. Andrea had brought up a tray, on which was a cup of juice and coffee. Janet downed them eagerly, and her stomach growled for something else. "I'm hungry," said Janet. . "But others, and I am one, feel that you may overcome this bad time of yours and come to meet us. We wish to be prepared with as much knowledge as we may gain for when that comes." It's nice to know somebody's that optimistic," I told him. "And who knows, maybe you're right. A species that can invent, say, opera can't be all bad."We left it on that note. It was just as well; the whole conversation had begun to put a serious dent in my day. I'd just had what was beyond question the best night of. I asked Dawn if she knew when the men would stop back in at the sports bar. She said they usually came in on Thursdays. We spoke some more and then I said I had to go. I went to the basement and ripped off some presses and curls until my muscles began to ache.When I was sufficiently tired, I showered and went to bed. Even then, my mind was processing this latest turn of events. I already knew that there would be a confrontation. There was no way on earth that I would let this one slide. I just.