The homeowner returns

Still naked and fondling your new tiny titties, the door opens and a middle-aged husband and wife enter. You try to scramble into the closet, but it's too late, they see you.

"Oi, cunt, what're you doin' in me ouse'?"

You squeak out in fear, "I- I'm sorry mister, I'm scared."

The wife grabs your clothes and then takes you by the ear. "I don't focken' care. Out me ouse now, ya rat!" She throws you out the door, so hard, in fact that you hit the ground in pain. Seconds later your clothes follow. The dagger, however, did not.

You scramble to put your rags on and make your way toward the smell of food.