She slowly rose to her feet intending to just walk into the supermarket where they wouldn’t follow her but the closer of the two stepped in front of her to block her from going in that direction as he scanned her up and down, looking at her dress. She had just barely managed to hold off her orgasm but even now she seemed balanced right on the edge, like a stiff breeze could send her into ecstatic convulsions. After a trips to the bin to get rid of random garbage that had accumulated she set about dusting and vacuuming, though she opted to leave the other bedrooms alone – she was their sex slave, not their maid. As the boys taunted her with her bag, trying to lure her closer a pair of muscular arms suddenly grabbed their heads from behind and pushed them together, hard, and they immediately crumpled to the ground. She let out a pre-emptive moan as she imagined that thing trying to fit inside her. With the buttplug in place her underwear didn’t suit quite right so after experimentally trying a pair on she changed her mind and kicked them back off. I… I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t shown up.”
“I’m just glad I was in the storeroom getting some equipment when I heard
