I often spent my lunch hour in the tea room of the art museum. The tea room was actually an open air courtyard located in the center of the museum bui...ding. Besides providing a peaceful settingwhere you could enjoy a light lunch, the place always seemed to be a good place for people watching. On any given day one was apt to find it populated by academic types, budding artists and would be authors of both foreign and domesticvariety. One afternoon while enjoying a salad, iced tea and newspaper. Bebe got out of bed and stretched again, as she bent over to touch her toes her ass cheeks spread and her breasts bounced off her chin, she always slept naked.Two hours later she had her shower and gotten dressed and at the supermarket halfway through her shopping, she is in the soft drink and confectionery section when she bumped into the most beautiful British woman in the world. This woman was fit and and had big breasts, they were smaller than Bebe's but big, she had the sexiest ass ever. She was totally at my mercy. I thought of all the times she had used nipple clamps on me. How she had decorated my ball sack, and my nipples. I thought of the exquisite feeling when the clamps were removed.Her breathing became heavy, as I grabbed the left centered pink clothes pin and released it."Oh, thank you, Master A", she cried out with uninhibited passion!Slowly, the next one, right side, then top left, top right, bottom left, bottom right. With each release, she cried out. She was. “Yes, and oh, Jane Driscoll’s gonna be in town. Her husband’s overseas so I’m inviting her to come with us down to Douglas. Whaddya think?” she said.“That’s fine with me; the more the merrier. It’s your decision anyway,” he said.I hadn’t even gotten an invitation for New Year’s. I think that they were getting the message. Not sure how I felt about that, but it was what I wanted, that is to not be some kind of human ornament for each and every holiday. Well, that’s the way I saw things as.