“That’s my pet,” and I reward her with a wiggle from my finger. She shuffles further back from Bonnie to the edge of the bed almost falling off. xxx “Like that, Marcie, just like that,” Bonnie exhales. Bonnie moves closer with a hungry look in her eye, “That’s the worst Rhyan has ever been hurt. It’s almost time to let Marcie out of her cuff. This would be easier without the cuffs.” Bonnie says. She is trapped and knows it. I smile. The little river of juices runs from my vagina to leave a wet stain on my chair, right next to the other ones. Though I love it when my pets fight, I love it more when they accept their fate.
