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men surrounding me.
They'd given me pleasure, perhaps in ways I never imagined, but it
had been incredible. I doubted their every action when it came to
touching my body, for I knew they were pushing me, teaching me carnal
activities that I should consider unseemly. Now, though, after they
gave me the most amazing orgasms after giving in to their demands on
my body, I couldn't question them. They'd put a hard object in my
back entrance! I'd objected, for the idea had been ludicrous. But
when I came so hard, so intensely from the jangly, sharp feelings the
plug had elicited, I couldn't question any longer. I craved.
Soothed by their continued gentle attention and caring, I closed my
eyes and did as Brody said. When I awoke again, I was alone in bed.
Sitting up, I found my dress, the one I arrived in, laid out at the
foot of the bed with my corset on top along with Ann's skirt and
blouse. I readied myself for the day at the ewer and pitcher, tidied
my hair in the mirror above it and tried to put on Ann's clothes. The
waist was too snug on the skirt and not only were the sleeves too
short on the blouse, but I could not button the front. Abandoning
those options, I donned my own dress. The bodice was terribly ripped,
half the buttons missing, but with the corset on securely, only my
cleavage above the white material was visible. Pulling the two sides
of the bodice together, I had the least amount of skin showing since
I arrived.
I found the men downstairs, the smell of coffee and bacon luring me
to them. They were at the table eating when I entered and they stood.
I gave them a small smile, but didn't know what to say. The last I
remember from the night before was taking Mason's cock into my mouth.
Brody had been playing with the plug in my...ass. I'd come for the
third time and the pleasure was so intense, so sharp, it was like a
knife piercing through my reserve.
"We have a plate warming for you." Mason went to the stove
and took a covered dish from the back corner and brought it to the
table. "Coffee?"
I sat and the men followed. "Yes, thank you."
"Today we thought you might want to spend the day with Ann and
Emma. They will be together at Ann's house and you can join them."
Brody spoke as if I hadn't run out of the group dinner the night
before.
"Won't they be upset to see me?" I asked tentatively,
taking a sip of my coffee.
Both men frowned. "Why?" Brody asked. "You've done
nothing wrong."
"But last night—"
Mason held up a hand halting my words. "Last night we did not
recognize your true concerns until it was too late. It is our fault,
not yours. Although your dress needs mending, it is a better choice
than my shirt, although I do find you wearing it quite appealing."
"Perhaps you can wear our shirts here in the house?" Brody
asked, one pale eyebrow raised.
He looked so eager at the idea, like a schoolboy, and I couldn't help
but smile. I remembered about how they made me feel so good, again
and again. "Just for you?"
"Just for us," Mason said and Brody nodded.
They were so handsome when they grinned, pleased about something so
simple as my clothing compromise. So thoughtful and...kind. It was a
strange, unusual sensation to feel safe, happy even, with them.
***
Andrew opened the door for us an hour later. I was once again in
Mason's arms and I felt quite the invalid, although my coat had dried
and I was able to wear that for warmth instead of a blanket. I held
my boots in my hands.
Ann met us at the door along with another woman who I assumed was
Emma. She was quite the opposite of Ann, taller and with dark hair.
Both of them smiled at me and I felt reassured.
Brody held out Ann's borrowed blouse and skirt and the woman took
them and set them on the banister leading upstairs, then took my coat
and hung it on a peg by the door.
"I'm afraid the fit was too small." I lifted my boots.
"Perhaps you have some spare laces?"
"Of course. In the kitchen. We will just fix your dress and it
will be as good as
They'd given me pleasure, perhaps in ways I never imagined, but it
had been incredible. I doubted their every action when it came to
touching my body, for I knew they were pushing me, teaching me carnal
activities that I should consider unseemly. Now, though, after they
gave me the most amazing orgasms after giving in to their demands on
my body, I couldn't question them. They'd put a hard object in my
back entrance! I'd objected, for the idea had been ludicrous. But
when I came so hard, so intensely from the jangly, sharp feelings the
plug had elicited, I couldn't question any longer. I craved.
Soothed by their continued gentle attention and caring, I closed my
eyes and did as Brody said. When I awoke again, I was alone in bed.
Sitting up, I found my dress, the one I arrived in, laid out at the
foot of the bed with my corset on top along with Ann's skirt and
blouse. I readied myself for the day at the ewer and pitcher, tidied
my hair in the mirror above it and tried to put on Ann's clothes. The
waist was too snug on the skirt and not only were the sleeves too
short on the blouse, but I could not button the front. Abandoning
those options, I donned my own dress. The bodice was terribly ripped,
half the buttons missing, but with the corset on securely, only my
cleavage above the white material was visible. Pulling the two sides
of the bodice together, I had the least amount of skin showing since
I arrived.
I found the men downstairs, the smell of coffee and bacon luring me
to them. They were at the table eating when I entered and they stood.
I gave them a small smile, but didn't know what to say. The last I
remember from the night before was taking Mason's cock into my mouth.
Brody had been playing with the plug in my...ass. I'd come for the
third time and the pleasure was so intense, so sharp, it was like a
knife piercing through my reserve.
"We have a plate warming for you." Mason went to the stove
and took a covered dish from the back corner and brought it to the
table. "Coffee?"
I sat and the men followed. "Yes, thank you."
"Today we thought you might want to spend the day with Ann and
Emma. They will be together at Ann's house and you can join them."
Brody spoke as if I hadn't run out of the group dinner the night
before.
"Won't they be upset to see me?" I asked tentatively,
taking a sip of my coffee.
Both men frowned. "Why?" Brody asked. "You've done
nothing wrong."
"But last night—"
Mason held up a hand halting my words. "Last night we did not
recognize your true concerns until it was too late. It is our fault,
not yours. Although your dress needs mending, it is a better choice
than my shirt, although I do find you wearing it quite appealing."
"Perhaps you can wear our shirts here in the house?" Brody
asked, one pale eyebrow raised.
He looked so eager at the idea, like a schoolboy, and I couldn't help
but smile. I remembered about how they made me feel so good, again
and again. "Just for you?"
"Just for us," Mason said and Brody nodded.
They were so handsome when they grinned, pleased about something so
simple as my clothing compromise. So thoughtful and...kind. It was a
strange, unusual sensation to feel safe, happy even, with them.
***
Andrew opened the door for us an hour later. I was once again in
Mason's arms and I felt quite the invalid, although my coat had dried
and I was able to wear that for warmth instead of a blanket. I held
my boots in my hands.
Ann met us at the door along with another woman who I assumed was
Emma. She was quite the opposite of Ann, taller and with dark hair.
Both of them smiled at me and I felt reassured.
Brody held out Ann's borrowed blouse and skirt and the woman took
them and set them on the banister leading upstairs, then took my coat
and hung it on a peg by the door.
"I'm afraid the fit was too small." I lifted my boots.
"Perhaps you have some spare laces?"
"Of course. In the kitchen. We will just fix your dress and it
will be as good as
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