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Jane had finished work early, she'd managed to get off at 2 o'clock and she had decided to go home to change, rather than seedily changing in the toilets at work. She arrived home by half past two, knowing that she had booked her visit to George with the prison for four PM. It would give her time to have a cup of tea and a quick chat with Bobbie, before changing and driving the half an hour trip to get there. She called out as she went through the front door, but all was quiet, the house felt empty. She checked the study first and then the back bedroom, he wasn't there, however a number of female clothes were strewn around on the bed. The sight sent a surge of annoyance through her, 'so that's what he got up to behind her back!' she thought. She headed into her own bedroom and changed feeling peeved and thinking. As if she didn't have enough to worry about, there was him dressing up and acting like a fool, what the hell has got into him, this business was all his fault. She put on the miniskirt and thin blouse, her bra visible through it, her stockings and suspenders clinging to her, her thong tickling her between her cheeks. It all created a state of unwanted arousal which unnerved her and that she knew was wrong. She got herself her cup of tea, then took her time doing her makeup, going through in her head what she would say to George as she did so. She was ready early, it was barely ten past three, but she didn't feel like waiting around anymore, better to get it over and done with. It was then that she thought about Bobbie again, he hadn't turned up yet, where the hell was he? She took the notepad and scribbled the note, she included George's name, just writing his name made her heart flutter as she wrote that she was going to see him again. She gave a quivering smile, he could think what he liked, do him good to be a bit jealous. Then she noticed the paper bag on the table, she'd been too distracted to even glance at it before, but she peeped inside in now. There was an iced muffin in it, a small piece broken off from it and there was a strong smell which she didn't recognise, coming from it. Where the hell did he get this, she thought, yet weirdly something was making her heart beat quicker. She couldn't explain why she broke a little piece off from it, only a few crumbs really, she just had a sudden urge to taste it. The aroma hardly belied the taste and yet she couldn't explain the flavour, It was moist, not too sweet, sort of fruity, but not. Suddenly, unexplainably, her clitoris started tingling madly, she rubbed her legs together, then, unable to stop herself she slid her hand up beneath her skirt, moaning softly to herself as she tried to satisfy the urge that she had started feeling. She forced herself to stop, thinking, what was wrong with her, her whole body felt stupidly aroused. She gave herself a shake to clear her head, then she glanced at her watch. It was gone half past three, she gasped, shocked, she had no idea where the time had gone. She grabbed her bag in a rush and headed out to her car, driving off from the house in a mad race. She got to the end of the road, a taxi was pulling up before the turning, he was dropping someone off, she took her chance and drove out, turning left and through the traffic lights, away as fast as she could. Her clitoris had been throbbing crazily all the way to the prison, but she did her best to ignore it, did the thought of seeing George turn her on this much, she was bewildered by it all, perhaps it did! She was feeling confused, did she want to run from this after all? The seed of doubt was growing in her head. She arrived at the prison ahead of time anyway, she'd been lucky with the traffic and she'd foolishly sped along the dual carriageway in a rush to get there. With the car parked in the car park she got out and made her way to the guard house, the two guards on duty smirked when they saw her, she was looking hot, both of them would happily fuck her, they couldn't see why she was so keen on an old bloke like George, perhaps he had a big dick and they laughed at the idea. They did their routine check on her before she was allowed in, no drugs, no weapons, they weren't too interested in anything else, the Warden had given the go ahead so that was good enough for them. The same guard escorted her through into the garden once again and then she saw him, he was sitting there in the same place as before, her clitoris throbbed even more at the sight of him, her heart quickening a beat and making her tremble. The guard pointed him out, as if she hadn't seen him. "I'll leave you to it then, you know your own way back to the guard house." He did nothing to hide his smirk. And then, with that he was gone, leaving her to walk, trembling over to the table. "Sit." George pointed to the seat beside him and Jane slid nervously into it. "Have you got the phone?" She nodded, looking around, then slipping it carefully from her bag and handing it to him. He took it and immediately unlocked it, glancing at the first message before looking at her again. "Are you wearing panties girl?" She blushed bright red then nodded embarrassed. "You know what I expect girl, take them off this instant and give them to me." Blushing acutely and trembling all over, her arousal growing stupidly, she lifted in her seat and carefully slipped her fingers up over her hips to wriggle her thong down her thighs. He took no notice, he was busy reading the messages on the phone. Eventually she managed to push it down to her ankles and quivering she slipped it off, one foot at a time before nervously depositing the little bundle onto the table in front of him. He stopped looking at the phone then and instead picked up her thong. He shook it out of its bundled state so that it lay open in front of him, then he touched it gently and looked at her. "It's wet girl, why is it wet?" She blushed a deeper red quivering as she spoke, her voice small and tremulous. "I, I don't know sir." He slipped it into his pocket as he spoke. "Were you excited about seeing me girl, is that it?" She blushed even more, not wanting to admit anything. He moved closer to her, his hand sliding over her leg and up under her skirt, slowly up and up until his fingers touched her madly tingling wetness. She gave a whimpered gasp at his touch "Were you excited about seeing me girl?" he moved his finger against her as he spoke. She whimpered a little louder, struggling to keep quiet until, unable to stop herself she let out a whispered yes. "Then tell me girl, I need to know, tell me." She didn't want to say it, the words, the statement so utterly humiliating, but in the end she couldn't deny him. "I w, was excited about seeing you s, sir." She whispered. He stroked her a little harder, it made her wriggle and gasp. "Of course you were girl, you love me don't you?" Her clitoris was erect and hot against his finger, he grasped it between his finger and thumb and rubbed them together around it. she gave a stifled moan. "Yss." Then tell me girl, you have to tell me these things. He kept moving his finger and thumb. "I, I love you sir." She gasped, leaning against him, her arousal clear, she was almost begging for her climax. "Come." He stood up taking her hand, her skirt still around her hips, her stocking tops in full view. He more or less dragged her along behind him as he strode off, she had no alternative but to follow, struggling to straighten her skirt with her free hand as she did so. He was heading towards a thick copse of trees, the prison guard watched them go from his hiding place, grinning to himself as he did so. He knew what they were going to do, it was where the open prison inmates often went for sex. The guards turned a blind eye to the goings on, only glad it appeased the inmates' sexual urges, it made their jobs easier that way. She's going to have some cock the little slut. He thought. George led her into the copse, through the trees and thick shrubs, around to a small open space where a large fallen bough lay horizontally. A couple of feet away from it was a tall chain linked fence, dividing the wood from a neatly cut lawn which was in front of a large concrete building. The building had a long row of windows facing the lawn. It was the refectory building of the juvenile detention centre next door, which was divided from, but adjoined the grounds of the open prison. "Please sir." The short nervous walk had given Jane a little chance to pluck up a tiny bit of courage to beg for George's help. "Henry said he, he was going to, to hurt my, my husband, please, please sir, will you tell him not to hurt him sir, please." She paused looking at him, hoping to see some sign that he would help her. "I, I'll be good I'll do what you want, but please will you tell him to leave my husband alone." George smirked, he was already pulling down the zip on his trousers. "You mean that little sissy, you don't still call her your husband, do you?" She blushed, then gave a little nod. "But you are mine now girl, you belong to me, not that little sissy, isn't that right?" She blushed even redder, pausing in dread before carrying on "Y, ys sr, but umm, please, please don't let them hurt him sir." George gave a sneering laugh. "We shall have to see won't we girl, now bend over the trunk and lift your skirt for me." She whimpered, not wanting to, but her clitoris hadn't stopped throbbing since she had tried the cake, so in a muddled mixture of reluctance, hope and tingling arousal, she did as he told her. Suddenly, looking up, she realised where she found herself, she was bent over the fallen bough facing the windows, through which a row of boys were looking expectantly. She gasped in horror, about to straighten up and hide, but George's hand flew to her back, holding her down. "You heard me, lift your skirt up girl." His voice was loud and forceful She quivered, wriggling in her reluctance. "Please." "I read Henry's message girl, perhaps you do want those rough men to enjoy the little sissy after all?" George's voice sounded cruel and aggressive, his suggestion made Jane whimper again, then reluctantly giving in, she pulled her skirt up. "Higher, higher, to your waist girl, dip your back, show me your desperate little wet cunt, give it to me." She closed her eyes to shut out the row of watchers as she pulled her skirt up higher, following his instructions. George slid his hand between her thighs, slipping his fingers over and into her. She gasped, wriggling on his invading fingers. "Tell me you love me girl," he hissed. Her clitoris was throbbing insanely, she gave out a little moan, hesitating, before reluctantly whimpering, "I, I love you sir." Open your eyes slut, look at all those lovely boys watching you, think how they would love to have you, take you between them all and play with you. In a horror filled reluctance she whimperingly obeyed him and slowly opened her eyes, losing the last of her will power as she reacted to his playing fingers. The boys suddenly looked aggressive, mean and lustful. "Now tell me you love me again girl." She couldn't stop herself wriggling herself back against his teasing fingers her eyes, hooded, taking in the row of boys leering wide eyed at her. "I love you sir." Hearing her words he guided his cock, already stiffly engorged and free of his trousers, into her soaking sex. She gasped a little moan, losing all focus as he slowly sank deeper into her, his hands at first on her hips pulling her to him, then sliding up her back, holding her down as he felt for and unclipped her bra. She whimpered, afraid to stop him, as his fingers deftly undid it, but he didn't stop there. His hands slid on around her slowly pulling the buttons of her blouse loose, before freeing her breasts completely as he pulled her bra up from them. He cupped her breasts then, lifting them for the boys to view them as he slowly, gently began to thrust in and out of her. He knew just how to play her, he had years of experience in controlling women, slowly debasing them as he did with her now. Teasing her nipples he kept her on an edge of her climax, until she was moaning loudly. She was slipping, slipping slowly, unstoppably, into a desperate begging need for him. "Tell me you want them girl, look at the boys and tell me you want them," he hissed in her ear as he moved inside her. "Tell me and beg me to fuck you." She moaned openly, every part of her reluctance eroded, and gasping she gave herself to him, looking at, though unable to focus on, the row of leering faces staring at her. "Ohh, ohh, ohhh, ff fuck me sir, fuck me, I, I w, want them sir, I, I, ohh, ohhh, I love you Master, I love you." He smirked, increasing his rhythm, he knew that she was completely his now, but even then he took his time. He wanted to totally remove her willpower and keep her in quivering need, he slowed each time he sensed she was near her climax, teasingly stopping it and holding her back from her begging release. Eventually, he allowed himself to come, slowly easing deeply into her as he ejaculated, his fingers pinching and pulling her nipples as he came. Relaxing a moment, he looked up and grinned at the leering boys as he held himself inside her, he could feel her wriggling, pushing desperately back against him in search of her own ruined release. He only laughed, he was in control and he tugged gently on her nipples, keeping her aroused as his cock wilted within her. Eventually he let it slip from her and he wiped it on her quivering bottom as he straightened up, before tucking himself back into his trousers. She wriggled up after him, slipping off the tree trunk, where he had held her down, trying to pull her bra back into place as she did so. "Tell me you love me and kiss me, girl, kiss me and thank me." His voice was dominant and assertive, testing her and she loved it, she couldn't help herself. She looked up at him, slack jawed, with hooded eyes, she couldn't think, she couldn't think straight anymore, she loved him, she worshipped him, she just couldn't help it. "You heard me girl." Still with her bra undone, her blouse open and panting gently she took a little step against him, then looking up at him, she took a small whimpering breath before kissing him, opening her mouth desperate to feel his powerful invading tongue. He kissed her hard, a sexually demanding, dominating kiss which she couldn't stop herself from melting into, quivering, possessed in his arms. "Now take your bra off and give it to me girl." His voice was low with an assertive edge to it, there was no room for debate, his hand was held out in front of her, palm up, waiting for her to give it to him. Trembling and blushing she couldn't say no, she suddenly felt possessed and eager to please him. She took her blouse off, one arm at a time, slipping her bra off as she did so before replacing her blouse again and then gently handing her bra to him. As she did so she almost felt as if she was giving herself to him. He smirked at her as she hesitantly rebuttoned her blouse, her breasts obvious and bare beneath it, her nipples darkly visible and still erect. He took her thong out from his pocket folding it into a neat parcel with her bra, then to her surprise, he lobbed it over the chain link fence into the young offenders compound. She followed its path gasping a whispered noo. The row of faces disappeared as they saw it, she heard a door banging open, running feet. "Let the animals have a taste of your scent girl, so they can remember you by it." He laughed, cruelly, yet his words and his laugh only fed her submission to him. "They can have you again, but for now we've got business to discuss." He closed his hand in hers and once again he guided her along with him, to any onlooker here was a man and his slutty girlfriend coming back from having some quiet nookie in the woods. All the more apparent by her lack of bra and the onlooker could only guess that she might also lack her panties. George led her back to the seat by the table where they had started and bade her sit back beside him. He slipped his hand up her trembling stocking clad leg again. "You have the pills from Paul?" Jane knew what that meant, she knew that if she took the pills, she wouldn't be able to lie to George, he would get it out of her that she had been thinking about disappearing with Bobbie. She tried her best to look horrified. "Oh god, I, I've forgotten them sir, I was in such a hurry I, I forgot to put them in my handbag!" He looked at her sceptically. "Show me." She nervously opened her handbag, taking out the contents and putting the things on the table, her purse, her makeup, tissues, a biro, some headache tablets, a comb, more tissues. "Let me see." He held his hand out for her handbag and she passed it to him. he rummaged through the remaining contents, eventually emptying it out onto the table. Then he looked at her purse. "Give your purse to me girl." Her heartbeat increased dramatically and he could see it in her face. He opened it, his fingers feeling through the few notes that were in there and there they were, the pills, tucked away between two ten pound notes. He grunted, looking at her annoyed. "You deceived me girl, don't you love me?" She couldn't look at him, she was blushing a bright red. "Well?" "I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry, I, I do love you sir, I do." "I know you do girl." He paused a second holding the pills between his finger and thumb in front of her. "Are you planning on running away again girl?" She blushed. "No, no sir, I, I'm not sir, honestly I'm not." "Open wide girl." He held the pills against her lips and she nervously opened her mouth. He pushed them into her mouth, over her tongue, pushing them to the back of her tongue, almost into her throat. "Now swallow them." he more or less forced her to swallow them, making her look upwards whilst he massaging her throat and making her show him that they had gone afterwards. Satisfied that she had swallowed the pills, he went back to looking at his phone again, tapping away and sending messages as she sat there quietly beside him. It didn't take her long for the familiar odd feeling to come over her and she leaned weakly against him. He looked at her then began to ask her questions, at first just as Paul had done, he asked her what her name was and her address and where she worked, he even asked her about her car, just to be sure. When he was finally happy that she was now completely under the influence of the drug, he started to ask her more meaningful questions. "Do you love me girl?" She hardly hesitated in her reply, her clitoris throbbing as she said it "Yes, oh Master yes, I love you Master." He smirked hearing her call him Master, she hadn't forgotten him telling her to do it, all that time ago. "Are you planning to double cross me and go to the police again girl?" There was the merest hesitation in her reply. "No, Master, no I don't, I'm not, I love you Master." "Yes you do girl." He thought for a second. "Are you thinking of running away again girl?" She blushed, struggling not to say the words giving a weak stutter before she spoke, she couldn't stop herself, though she wanted to say no. "Ys Master." "Why girl, if you say you love me?" Again she struggled with her answer until it finally came out, "I'm afraid Master." George considered her answer and considered his reply carefully. "You're mine now girl, I possess you, if you are worried, you admit it to me and I will guide you through it, we will enjoy your worry together. Now kiss me and tell me that you love me girl." She brought her face to his without any hesitation, her sex throbbing between her legs as she did so. "I love you Master, I love you." She whispered, then opened her mouth as she brought her lips to his. The dominant kiss was as she expected, as she wanted, as she needed and he ravaged her mouth with his for several long minutes, his hand sliding up between her legs as they kissed. He slid his fingers against her sticky wetness as he broke the kiss, the sensation making her give a little whimpering moan. "Will you do anything for me girl?" She whimpered as she replied, "Yes oh Master yes." "Do you love me and will you obey anything that I tell you girl?" his fingers moved against her as he spoke. She opened her legs involuntarily, leaning against him. "Yes Master, ohhh yesss." "I want you to prove your love for me girl." "Ohh Master yess, yess." She was trembling, totally under his spell. "You live with a cock loving sissy don't you girl?" She whimpered again, her reply barely a whisper "Y, ys Master." "He isn't a real man, is he?" She gave a little moan, George's finger teasing her mercilessly. "N,no Master." She whispered again. "You belong to me now, don't you girl, it's me you love now isn't it?" She leaned closer against him, her legs vibrating, her sex yearning once more. "Yes, ohh yes Master." "Prove your love for me girl, bring the sissy to Henry's house on Friday afternoon, show the sissy how much you love me by giving her to Henry." She gave a whimpering moan, pushing her near bare breasts towards him, his fingers pressing harder against her throbbing clitoris as he spoke. "ohhh, ohhh Master, Ye, Yes Master ohhh Master oh god, ohh god, I, I love you Master, I love you." "You will be mine girl, when you prove your love for me and do as I say." "Yess, ohh yess Master." She wriggled against him moaning softly. He gave a haughty satisfied smile, watching her, then went on "Afterwards on Friday you will be bringing another package to Mister Dodds She nodded, worshipping him with her eyes. "Yes Master." "We will tell you where to go afterwards, since you gave away the situation with my house, I expect you to show your love for me and do as you are told, do you understand girl?" She nodded desperate for him to trust her "Yes Master, yes, oh yes, I will Master." "Don't disappoint me girl, now tell me you love me again, give me a kiss and go." "I love you Master, I love you," she panted, her eyes flooded by his, then she kissed him, desperately seeking his dominant sexual kiss once more. He began dialling as she stood up and she looked at him, hopefully for a minute, but the conversation was over and she reluctantly headed for the guardroom. In the guardroom she did her best to hide her near bareness behind her arms, but the two guards could see. They both smirked at her. "Have fun, did we?" the one that appeared to be in charge's smile was wide. "Perhaps we should give you a full search when you come back next time honey, or would your hubby want to come in your place?" He chuckled as he said it and she blushed an even deeper red in her embarrassment. They opened the inner security door, the junior one guiding her through it, resting his hand on her trembling bottom as he did so, whilst the other stood back, waiting for them to go through before closing them into the secure entrance area. The junior guard then opened the outer door whispering in her ear as he did so. "From tomorrow your boyfriend will be allowed out on day release, so you'll have plenty of time to catch up, won't you?" He gave her a vile grin as he pushed her out, the outer gate closing with a loud clang behind her as she virtually ran to her car, trying to hold her breasts as she did so. Bobbie had been in a state ever since he had got home, the horror of what had happened, though fading slightly, was of course still affecting him. He had been back and fore to the loo several times, trying not to think about the cause of the slimy wetness from his bottom as he sat there. He struggled to calm himself, yet the thought was ingraining itself into his very soul. -He wasn't sure why, after the last visit to the loo, he went into his bedroom rather than the kitchen. He was certainly not in control of his senses, memories were eating into his brain, he couldn't explain why he changed back into a pair of nylon panties and why he had put on a bra again. To explain would be to admit to something that he knew he should revile. He tried to put all that out of his head, but It was just that the underwear made him quiver inside when he put them on. He thought that he was losing his mind, so in an effort to regain at least a tiny bit of normality, he pulled on his jogger bottoms and fleece over the feminine things. In the kitchen, he saw her note again, it made his heart thump, he felt near tears, she had said that she loved George and she was visiting him again, but he loved her, she was his wife. He wanted desperately to win her back, somehow make her happy. He gave a little whimper as he thought, thinking something that made his heart surge in knots. He would tell her he loved her even if it did mean having to admit she was having sex with another man. He saw the apron, hanging on the peg by the radiator and with a tremble he took it and put it on. If this was what she wanted him to wear, then he would wear it, he'd do anything to make her happy. He wasn't sure why he took off his jogger bottoms, some stupid, stupid thought made him do it and he spent the next hour preparing dinner wearing the apron like a dress and feeling like a complete sissy and in a complete fuddle. In the end he pulled himself together and put his joggers back on, he thought that he had better, he wasn't sure what she would say if she saw him without them. In that moment, he resolved, whilst he should make a fuss of her and try his best to please her, he knew that he couldn't carry on living like this. The day had been the stuff nightmares were made of, agree or not, he had been more or less forced to dress like a slut, taken to a remote place and raped, yes raped, there was no other way to describe it. Why hadn't he fought against it? Why hadn't he called the police or thrown the man Don out? He went through it and through it. 'Let's face it I'm a bloody whimp,' he thought and even now the very thought of trying to explain such a thing to the police, was too humiliating to even think about. But if he didn't do something about it, the men had threatened to do the same on Friday, what could he do? He either accepted their treatment. But then what, then what would happen to him? Or, he was back to where he started. Whether Jane liked it or not, the only thing he could do was run away, hide somewhere and hope that they wouldn't be able to find him. Should he tell Jane? He wasn't sure, after all, could he tell her he dressed up like a slut? She would say that it was voluntarily and could he tell her he went with a man he didn't know, allowed him to take him to somewhere remote and then, because he was such a whimp, allow two strange men to have sex with him, could he tell Jane that? He didn't think so, she would be totally disgusted and disown him. No, he would have to run away, but even that thought scared him, god where would he go? Unless.... Unless, the only other answer, he could stand up to them on Friday? Friday was his last chance, if he could stand up to them, then he wouldn't have to run away, that was his challenge and he had to step up and face it like a man. It was six forty-five by the time that Jane got home, she drove up the drive and parked, hoping that Bobbie would be in his study, or in the kitchen, or anywhere, so that he wouldn't see her when she sneaked into her bedroom to change, but no. As she got out of the car she could see the front door was open, as was the inner door and there he was standing there in the hallway waiting for her. Bobbie had got the dinner all ready, he only had to cook the pasta and was waiting for her to get back so as not to spoil it. He had spent the last fifteen minutes listening and peeping out of the lounge window watching out for her. He saw the car coming down the road and rushed to open the front doors ready to greet her, finally standing there in the hallway ringing his hands and trying his best to smile, greeting her when she came in. She was embarrassed at first, ready to see his shocked disgust at her appearance and prepared for an angry tirade, but then she saw him! He was wearing the damn sissy apron, his hair looked longer than ever and apparently brushed in an almost feminine style and it almost looked to her that he was wearing makeup! What a fucking sissy, she thought. George is right when he said it, he is a fucking sissy. The thought of George made her tingle as she stood there seeing Bobbie like that and with that thought, she said to herself, fuck it. I'll make the fucking sissy jealous; I'll show him what a real woman looks like, I'll let him wonder what I've been doing with a real man. A real man, with a man's cock! She gave Bobbie a sneering look and walked in, blas?, her hands to her sides her near naked breasts completely visible, her still half erect nipples more than apparent. The evening breeze flicking her short skirt giving tantalising glimpses of her stocking tops. Bobbie stared at her yearningly, mouth open, taking in every bit of her appearance, he had never seen her looking so hot, so sexy. Finally he remembered that he was supposed to be welcoming her home, making a fuss of her. "Hello love, umm, Jane, dinner's almost ready, do you want a cup of tea." He gave her a weak submissive smile as he spoke. She looked him up and down, why did she ever think anything of him, he was nothing compared to George. The sneer was still there, she was sure that he'd been up to something all afternoon, probably playing with himself, looking at porn or chatting to some man on the internet. "No, I want a glass of wine, go and get it for me while I change." With that she turned and walked into the front bedroom, closing the door behind her and leaving him with a last glimpse of her back. It was just as they finished dinner that the knock on the front door came, you could hardly call it a knock, more like a soft rap. Bobbie's nerves jumped and he looked towards the door to the hallway and Jane glanced across the table at him. "Are you expecting somebody?" He shook his head a worry growing inside him. "Well, you'd better see who it is then." Slightly reluctantly he went out into the hallway and opened the door to the porch, on the mat was a small package, he picked it up, then opened the front door and looked out, there was no one there. Bobbie glanced down at the package in his hand, fearful of what it might be, on the front it said one word, Jane. He closed the doors and brought the package in, handing it to her before he started to clear their dinner things away. She took it from him and brought it with her into the lounge where she opened it out of his sight. There was a note and a plastic pot, her heart was fluttering as she saw it. The note said, "This is a message from George together with something he asked me to make sure you had this evening. Paul." "If you love me prove it to me, Paul has given you some pills to help you think of me, take one of these three times a day. I'll see you soon and make you mine! George." Reading his name was all it took to excite her again and with her heart pounding she shook the pot, it was full of pills. Her inner arousal was growing stupidly and she hurriedly slipped out of the lounge, quietly depositing the pot and the note on her bedside table with a thrilled need to trying one if the pills later. That evening they exchanged small talk; Jane gradually came down a little, from her intense arousal of that afternoon, yet she couldn't shake off her insane yearning for George, it was eating into her mind, exacerbated by the thought of the pills and obviating the horror of what she had agreed to do for him. Bobbie, much to her annoyance, meanwhile did his best to fuss about and spoil her. He couldn't bear an argument with her, though he couldn't get the vision of her near naked breasts and her peeping stocking tops out of his head. His heart was aching at the thought of her being dressed like that for this man. If that mental anguish wasn't enough, when he tried to supress his tearful heartbreak, it was replaced by the fear of how he would stand up to the men on Friday. Standing up to people didn't come naturally to him and he knew it, but if he didn't! God knows what might happen to him. The difference between their night's sleep that night, was marked. He struggled to find sleep, his mind full of the nightmare that he had been through and when he tried to clear that out of his head, it was replaced by thoughts of Jane dressed like that with George. They had obviously had sex, his wife, his lovely wife, the woman that he loved, having sex with another man. His heart was in knots. In her bedroom she too had trouble getting to sleep, but it wasn't due to horror and fear. She had taken the first of the pills and now she felt incredibly aroused, her mind constantly going to George, she was literally buzzing inside. Her hand slipped between her legs, she knew that she would only sleep if she had some release and it didn't take her long before she neared her climax, her thoughts becoming whispers which grew louder and louder until she finally exploded. Moaning "Ohhh, I love you Master, I love you." As she did so.