I suggested that we head over to the Japanese Garden at Balboa Park. Linda said she had never been there, so off we went. The sun was just below the h...rizon when we got there, so I parked in the back corner and hand in hand we took a walk. We were standing on a little bridge when I stepped up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her from behind. Linda sighed softly and leaned back against me, placing her hands over mine as they rested on her belly. I buried my face in her. "I was watching that," he whimpered.Penny slapped him, hard. He cried out in pain, but his face didn'tturn with the blow. She would never make him a masochist for fear oflosing this power. As soon as pain becomes pleasure, it is difficultto make it a punishment. Pain becomes a reward, and controlling hersubject becomes difficult. The only punishment available to amasochist is deprivation, and deprivation makes people wild. Painmakes people listen."Don't talk back," said Penny. She said it. So he grabbed her and moved her on to the bed laying her head on to her pillow so she was face down and he put her into a position almost like the doggy position so her ass was above her head and he moved in behind her and he started to rub the head of his big cock against as pussy letting his cum out of her as he wanted to use it to help lube her virgin hole and as he started to rub his cum over it she once again found herself moaning with pleasure and she could not believe that her body. “Where are you?”“Down by St Paul’s.”“Come over the office is close by.”Belles entered our office, laughing so hard she had tears disturbing her makeup.Hugging me, she took some time to get herself under control, before gasping, “You working at a place called Sinn. How fucking appropriate.”“Excuse me Isobel; this is a serious career position.”“Isobel is it now?… A serious position, Annabel?”“Yes,” I sniffed.“Well I suppose you have a lot of experience in sinful positions,” she replied before.