Sandra Has Misgivings

Sandra was curled up next to me now. Her soft form was obscured by the blanket. The red ball gag was covered in saliva and had been placed on the nightstand. My eyes drifted down to the empty basket near the foot of the bed.

"Paige will want to be let out of her cage soon." I reminded her.

But, Sandra wasn't paying attention. She was facing off to the side with eyes wide open. Something had to be wrong.

"Are you okay?" I asked softly. My arms wrapped around her.

"Yeah."

"You don't seem okay." I laughed slightly. That wasn't the kind of yeah that eased my worries.

"I'm just thinking about something..." She said.

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