"Could you sign here, mum?" I didn't order a gang rape," said the bewildered Mrs. Swampwater."I'd think not, mum," answered the delivery man. With the... ease of a well practiced delivery man, he flipped through the sheets of his clipboard. "Says here that your husband ordered it for you, mum."Could you sign here, please mum?" He repeated as he offered the clipboard and pen back to Mrs. Swampwater.She held her palm to her breast. "My husband?" Yes." He flipped back through his sheets. "All it says. Only the soft glow of the monitor and candlelight illuminated her work. Her supposed work, that is. Because while she was clicking away at the keyboard in an attempt to make a deadline, the words that came most easily were not of the nature to be read by a general audience. She would have loved nothing more that to be sitting on the couch with him, watching a movie and waiting for it be over. There would be that dreadful, delicious silence before time would indulge her senses. His warm voice. I am sorry Beth said, but we were only thinking of you. So after we found them in your room we pretty much knew what you were doing. I know it was kind of sneaky, but not much more than you watching me as I bend over this morning. Beth went on with I don't have a problem with you wearing my soiled panties, actually I love the idea like a lot of girls do, but you had to lose the body hair. A guy in body hair does not look feminine, but a guy without hair can. By the way she added, I like you. " Ruth took his leash and pulled it tight, slipping the noose to choke him sweetly; his cock boned as he sampled her physical dominance for the first time."You questioned a woman's validity! ... and breached her authority! ... what made you take such vile action?" His stiff cock dribbled pre-cum and his anus tingled with a divinely submissive feeling as he enjoyed the strangle of the leather noose; he croaked out a pitiful response."When we first communicated she told me she was a 'one sub'.