“Well … I was supposed to be on a blind date,” she whispered. “It appears he stood me up.”“He is a fool then. His loss is definitely my ga...n. You took my breath away the moment I saw you.”“You are very sweet,” she said softly, looking back down at her glass.Trying to lighten her mood, he said, “I am Mark. Should I just call you ‘lovely lady in red?’" A delightful laugh escaped her luscious mouth as she turned to face him replying, “I am Rose. It is nice to meet you, Mark.”They talked for quite. They don't go down; they just tear right off. He uses his hand to grip my wrists, so now he's holding them with two hands. He then bends on one knee and nudges open my legs more with his shoulder. He lets go with one hand and runs it over my side and round to my bum. He then tilts his head up and licks my pussy from the bottom right up to the clit. He circles his tongue round it and gives it a little nibble. This has me going crazy. I fucking love that! I struggle to get free and almost do when. The prisoner wishes to provoke my ire. Most stimulating. All goes well though. You may unshackle him."A touch of surprise marred the goon's stern expression. He bowed slightly and knelt by Karl and unshackled his hands and feet."Thank you, Sergeant. You may retire for the night."A question left unsaid appeared on that face, but the Sergeant nodded and exited, carrying the metal shackles.The Colonel sighed. "It would be best to fear me rather than tease me, Karl. Ask Maria." He took the crop. The metal garter tabs were covered with a white satinribbon. A small red rose bud was embroidered into the center of eachbow. Next she removed white nylons from the box and kneaded them up hislegs. A pair of red patent leather pointed toed two inch heeled pumpswere forced onto his feet.Partially dressed, she had him sit on the vanity stool where she went towork on his damp hair. First she created a middle part then another oneacross the crown of his head. Picking up a pair of scissors, she.