Without letting go of arms of my chair she sunk down to her knees and put her head in my lap, rubbing her cheek against my thighs in a very cat-like w...y. I responded by tracing along the ridge of her ear and her jaw. It lasted only a moment, her skin was so soft in contrast to the wirelike quality of her hair. With a little sigh she stood up and released me.I turned slightly in my chair and recorded the numbers while she rested a hand on my shoulder, the nails on her fingers stoking my neck. Interesting choice of words - bit low on outrage, and open to different interpretations. “Because you have an incredibly hot body, you are gorgeous, and I really, really want to fuck you. See you on wednesday?” And with that I turned and left her.I had told the girls the following week that I thought there was a chance she might come - I had picked up just enough of the vibe of the inner slut from her - but I was by no means confident. However, come she did, and to her credit she arrived with. As his eyes focused on the array of bondage implements his eye focused on one in particular, a ball gag with a bright red ball to muffle Leslie’s outcries of pleasure. She gathered up a pair of cuffs and two manacles, he knew exactly what they were for and smiled as she offered up an explanation of their use, “The handcuffs are padded so not to leave any marks on your submissive’s wrists and the manacles are equally covered with soft padding for the same reason.” His eyes darted to the ball. I was never privy to her dressing or undressing in front of me so long as there were a conversation happening between us or that I wasn't staring. After putting on her undergarments she turned to face me“Why do you look all sweaty?” she asked suspiciously.“I've been working out all day.” I said rather too quick. And when her reply was “Hmm.” it really made me paranoid that maybe she suspects something is off. I quickly changed the subject to the mundane conversation of how was her day. She.