"Jeez, this isn't happening" Louise thought for a moment as she saw the catwoman who had just entered through the door. She could hear nothing but Doug's sudden hard breathing and her own faint grunting, but as she saw the tall, dark cat suddenly gliding into view and tugged at her hands, she became more eager to get out of these stocks at any price. "mmmgh! Mmgh!" she growled at Doug, still silenced by the gag. Why didn't he let her loose, at least?
"No, no, Sir - don't stop having fun and especially do not take the gag off your lovely wife!" From the first word spoken, Louise knew that it was indeed Liz under that cat skin. The delivery was slow, a bit theatrical, but the voice was unmistakably the estate agent's. Louise stared at her, then swallowed and kept struggling blindly with the locked stocks - not knowing of course that they had no key at hand.
A catwoman? Louise stared at the lady and her whip. Oh jeez, what would happen next? She couldn't see Doug's face but she somehow sensed he was as stunned as she was herself. The woman flexed her whip slightly, and Louise's butt jumped. Would she really be whipped by the lovely Mrs Cockrill?. Or - would Doug be?
Her back and her clamped breasts suddenly swelled with pain. Nnngh, who can I turn to? she thought between the spasms of ill-ease going through now that the turn-on was waning.