I thought about them together less and less. That is until I happened to see Chelsea once again... Oddly enough, I recognized her face only after I sa...w her naked. I had gone to a strip club, and who of all people came out on stage - Chelsea! I really didn't recognize her right away, because she had on much more make-up that I'd ever seem her before. To tell you the truth, I wasn't looking so much at the dancer's face, anyway. She had short brown hair, with a few reddish-punky looking streaks.. The years had been good to me; curves in the right places, breasts still firm with nipples that were very sensitive to touch. Turning, my ass wasn't sagging. Gym workouts had kept me firm and looking decent for thirty-nine years old. I couldn't complain. I fixed my hair, applied makeup and debated which earrings to wear. What was I thinking? Jewelry? I won't need any of that. I had no idea what was going to happen, or what was in the mysterious package, but I couldn’t imagine the need for. Looping the end of the leash around a cabinet knob, I got started on the dishes. Constantly aware of the presence in my pussy, I kept having to reach back to push the dildo back in. I hummed a happy tune and shifted my legs back and forth, shuddering with the intense tingles granted to me by my temporary owner. I was not to walk anywhere in the house without being led by the leash attached to the dildo. Since Master was off fucking his girlfriend, he left the responsibility of leading. The book hadn't proved as interesting as I had hoped it would be and so my only relief was talking to the occasional visitor who called to see how the girl was doing. And so far she was coping very well, I thought. True, she was covered in sweat and she was squirming round, trying to get as comfortable as possible, trying to ease the aches and pains that her cramped condition was inflicting upon her but all that was only to be expected. But she was still alert and active and I judged her to be.