Moving on....and after nibbling away at her defences about this I told Sue that if she wanted the real thing rather than just watch films I didnt see ...hy it should affect our relationship if it was purely an extension of what we were now watching virtually every evening. Three or four weeks later she asked if I had meant what Id said, it proved she had been thinking about it and was wilting! We had a long discussion about the whole thing, our love, the sex, the implications etc. After chatting. "We can get a good look at the matadors here," Julia explained while they were getting settled. "They all have to come to the Presidente and request permission to kill the bull. They'll be right in front of us."Ann didn't tell Julia, but she had read Hemingway's "Death in the Afternoon" last week when she had found they had won the contest. It was about the bullfights in Spain and had stimulated her interest in seeing one. She was just a bit nervous about how she would react to seeing an animal. But please get started."They all went up to the bed and sat down on the edge, all around her, and she looked up at all the kind faces. Hands were stretched out, and like a flutter of birds they were all over her body. Her breasts, her thighs, her belly, her pussy, and in a very short time she gave up keeping track of who was doing what. She felt how one hand in her pussy, obviously a male one, was pulled away and it's place was taken by a woman's delicate fingers. Two different hands were. ”This command made it clear that she doesn’t want romance, but punishment. As I started to lick her thighs, my feelings of empathy has transformed into more of an apology, or a feeling that servants would have for their master.“That’s better.”After a few minutes of licking, she pushed my head away. Her legs were glistening with wetness. Without exposing any sympathy on me, she moved her leg back and pulled her top. I watched her lovely curves while helping her to take off the bra. She fell.