Bring Leigh back home to be their plaything

"Bring you home to be our plaything," Rebecca responds. "My mistress thinks it's time I had a toy of my own."

Leigh gulps. It's the craziest shit she's ever heard. But her pussy is soaking wet. She's certain that if she stood up right now, there'd be a clear wet spot on the butt of her sweatpants. She breathes heavily, unsure how to respond.

Rebecca carries on. "Don't worry, you'd have a lot of fun. I'm not talking about ****. You'd cum a lot. You'd get lots of spanks. We'd fill your holes. There'd be plenty of pussy to taste. Vibrators, dildos. I think you'd love it."

Leigh still can't speak. It sounds so wonderful, but she's completely out of words.

"Turn right," Rebecca says. It's not a suggestion. It's an order. Leigh finds herself doing it. Rebecca keeps directing her, and suddenly they're parking at a secluded house off a country road. "Come on," Rebecca says cheerfully, and gets out of the car. Leigh follows suit, stunned.

Rebecca rounds the car and takes Leigh's hand. She giggles at Leigh's state. "It's okay, silly. Come have fun with us." She plants a kiss on Leigh's lips and suddenly Leigh's reverie is broken. She leans into Rebecca and puts her hands on her neck and waist, pulling her into a deeper kiss. They make out for a moment, then Rebecca breaks free and pulls Leigh to the front door of the house.