I gulped. Maybe! If I didn’t throw up first! “Y-yes Mistress!” I said.
“While Brian’s recovering,” Christine said, “I’m taking the slave upstairs to play with her. Here you are, darling. You’d better keep the key.” Christine handed Laura the key to the CB3000.
When we got upstairs Christine closed her bedroom door and stood leaning against it.
“Take that stupid wig off!” she said. She seemed genuinely upset. “And the stockings and suspenders please!”
She came over to me and unhooked the bra. Her eyes seemed to be shining – it wasn’t like Christine to cry. “You can keep the panties on,” she told me. “They suit you and I feel like you’re wearing a part of me.”
She stood in front of me and placed her hands on my chest. She was so close.
“Hold me,” she whispered. “Let’s stop playing now
