Things were progressing so nicely that evening that I decided to show her where she would be spending most of her time while at home.

“Are you finished with your dinner, Kitten?” She’d been on tenterhooks ever since we sat down, squirming around in her chair.

I guess the plug in her ass was getting to her; by now, she should be getting used to it, and the sensations would keep her on edge.

Add the fact that I’d had the driver take the long way home under the ...