“Thank you, Mistresses,” he sighed longingly, and gazed at his tormentresses with longing. Danielle gave him a contemptuous look as the two girls left and he writhed in desperate, unfulfilled passion.
Amber laughed throatily as she looked at the television monitor. Robin twisted in fearful delight as the combination of drug and tease overcame him. Today, Amber was dressed in a black leather halter bra with the two tiny cups connected with gold chains. Her garter belt was black leather and underneath was a tiny matching G-string. Fingerless elbow-length gloves, outrageously patterned fishnet hose, and a fearful-looking five-inch spiked metallic hell pointed toe black patent pump. Her lush breasts threatened to overflow her tiny bra.
There was a knock on the metal door to the secret contro
