He placed it on the chest of drawers. As he did, she ran her fingers through her hair then opened her arms so he could walk back into them. He began t... kiss her and then spun her around against the door.His hands reached the hem of her dress and hitched it up over her ass. He took a cheek in either hand and squeezed. Her left hand draped his neck, while her right found his bulge through his trousers.He spun her around into the doorway again, her back now against the wall. They continued to kiss. She know what I am going to do, does not make any resistance. And give a kiss on forehead and then on eyes. And then on nose and then on chicks.And the last kiss I gave on her lips and started kissing on her lips. Wow what lips like a Rose I lost in kissing her and for some time I am kissing to her and now she also started kissing me. Our tongue going each other mouths we are kissing and kissing. We stop for few minutes and our lips automatically locked. We started kissing each other. The show. Only the slam of the front door as it settles back in its frame after the children have exploded out of it does my attention re-focus to the room. I walk languidly as the torpor and stupor of my self-imposed exile with in loosens me to allow a change of scenery and I look down upon the glistening metallic blue of the new BMW sports car parked in our drive. The latest toy in a long line of luxury goodies bought and forgotten about almost instantly as the exhilaration of purchase wears off and we. "Put these on your nipples, you stupid foul-mouthed slut," Mistress orders. I grimace, but inwardly, careful to not let my displeasure show on my face. Mistress knows how much I hate the clothespins--they hurt. Mistress makes sure to buy the most expensive, heavy-duty clothespins she can find, and they have a strong grip. After a while the dull, throbbing pain drives all other thoughts except hope of relief from my mind. Mistress laughs cynically, and addresses me: "Well Slave, just look at.