Christine, you said you couldnt sit down or bend over and Ive caught the most interesting glimpses of something between your ankles! Ive also noticed that you seem to be wearing something quite different under your dress and Im sure that theyre all inter-related! she mused. Christine looked at me, embarrassment writ large on her face while a blush covered her.
Well Antonia and Danielle, I said as they turned to look at me, Christine is much more my slave girl than you, and even she, might imagine!
Oh? Really? Danielle asked, very interested.
I described to them the equipment that Christine now wore beneath her dress and as I explained how the bar was connected to her front dildo, their mouths became wide Os of comprehension of just how intimately she was held captive. Na
