Half a bottle in, we were on the couch, making out. We were clothed, this time, but it was such a thrill. My lips on her lips, my hands on her skin, b...oth of us knowing - knowing - that we were being watched.That Justin - Justin - was staring at us, his lesbian older sister, her partner. Watching us touch, caress each other. Watching us perform.Perform for him.We’d relived that night so many times in the weeks after, burning through the rest of Brooklyn Nine-Nine in the process. At Emily’s. My husband fell asleep right after. I could hear most of the noise downstairs had died down, and thought most of the guys were probably gone or passed out drunk. I put my underwear back on and my pijamas, which were small pink shorts and a tank top. They were really sexy as per my husband, kind of showed off my boobs and half my ass was exposed. My thong and bra were really visible through them, but they were comfortable. I knew I would not be able to sleep yet, so being drunk and thinking. Immediately i became aware of a small but growing urge to have to pee. Chapter 3: ?It’s time for the next part of your training I want to assess how good of a sex slave you will be.? Master stood up and walked behind me, i could hear him rummaging through a bag. ?You will do everything you are told to do, and you will not speak until further notice. Understood slave?? I nodded. Master grabbed a hold of my arms which were crossed behind my back, and using a rope tied them into place.. Boy was she still angry as she got fully upright and slammed the door hard before slamming her fist down onto car roof. The guy had obviously had enough of this and he revved the engine as he slammed it into reverse; just giving her enough time to step back against my van to prevent him running over her feet. As he pulled into the road she gave his car a final kick and stream of Asian vitriol.Suddenly the street was all quiet and she was just left there shaking in anger as her bunched fists.