You get the feeling that she is both compassionate and loving. But from the way she greeted you, you have no doubt that she could be very strict when ...ecessary.“Come on, let’s get you settled in.” she suggests as she leads the way towards the back of the bar. “Jason! Watch things for a moment.” she calls out. A tall young man comes in and steps behind the bar as you follow Mary through the door in the back of the bar. Mary heads down a dimly lit narrow corridor.“This is my apartment.” She says. Or at least that is how I read it as I moved the clip board back in place.This time I tried to compose myself quicker than before. My throat seemed dry, my tongue thick, and a lump in my throat. It was that same feeling I had in the back seat of the car with Sue as she bent forward and pulled my hands to her breasts. “You can’t break them,” she said as I cupped the firm but delicately soft flesh. “If they could be broken I would surely have done so, I love the way they feel in my hands.” The. . “and listen good. Every word I have told you is true. Now you’ve got to learn to accept it. And learn fast. You’ve got to learn to obey and submit. Two basic essentials for any slave. You’ve got to learn to serve and please me and, above all, your Master.” She indicated the lounging Quentin, back in his armchair. “You’ve got to learn to show respect. You’ve got to learn to feel honoured to serve us. To feel honoured that we deign to notice you... and use you.”The two sets of bulging eyes. A black corset held her slender waist in check. The top of the corset was designed to outline the shape of her breasts rather than cover or support them. Her breasts were full and peaked with hard nipples that stood out through the loose knit of the tight bodice. The bodice enhanced her natural tan and the shape of her upper body like the black stockings that clung to her legs. The bottom of the corset hugged the tops of her hips and curved down her pelvis to draw attention to her crotch. Thin.