WHILE "J" WAS HAVING HER FUN IN THE PIZZA HUT, ZELDA AND HER SECRET SHEMALE LOVER TOOK ADVANTAGE OF HER ABSENCE.
They both realized the danger that the new addition to the Master's stable had imposed on their relationship.
"J" had been chosen by Shirley's Master, under whose collar she was owned along with Shirley. Should the depth of feelings shared between Shirley and Zelda become known, it would probably end all chances of Shirley's further education at the Swiss School of B.D.S.M. Apart from this , she did really love her Master And to wear his collar was for her the best thing in her life. Apart that is, than her love for Zelda.
If "J" picked up on the true situation and let it slip to the Master, all hell would break loose!
They needed to find a way of ensuring that she wouldn't dare to upset the apple cart.
They would have to obtain information on her that would displease the Master beyond any chance of forgiveness. In other words, "BLACKMAIL."
Until then they would need to be very careful.
The bell rang and "J" announced her return with their supper.
Shirley waited by the door to let her in and see to the food. As "J" passed by, Shirley smelt man's cum on her. She signaled to Zelda and gestured for her to check it out.
"Come here Slut !" called Zelda.
Shirley took the pizzas from "J" and pushed her towards Zelda.
"Show me your hands slut!"
"J" was now very nervous and held out her hands. Zelda grabbed her forearm and sniffed at the distinct and familiar aroma on her sticky hands.
"Lift your skirt Slut"
The terrified "J" lifted her skirt to reveal her recently over activated cunt.
"What have you been up to ?''
"Nothing MIstress"
"Wrong answer Slut!" barked Zelda.
"Let's start again' she continued with edgy patience.
"J" fell to her knees and blubbered her story.
T.B.C.
