"Oh, Ted..." she says as she looks away, avoiding eye contact. "You're all wrong for me. I ... I just can't anymore." He places his thumb and forefing...r on either side of her jawbone and squeezes, opening her mouth as if feeding medication to a pet. He slips his tongue into her mouth and twirls the tip of his tongue around hers like he were kissing between her legs. That's exactly the image that floods into her mind as the electric sparks of desire dance along her spine. Her knees grow weaker. " Ain't that the truth."Well good. You could certainly do a lot worst than Master Malcolm."Still, I hoped that Master Malcolm could be my way out of my life hereas a sissy slut bondage maid so I needed to tread carefully. I continuedwith my Prissy-Sissy bimbo persona and said, "Yes, Mistress Helen. Ihope he asks me out again. I just wish I had more to wear." I'm sure he will, and besides I know you do. It's in the boxesdownstairs. You even have an LBD and lingerie to go with it. Here, firsttake. The waxing half-moon was riding high overhead and had brightened considerably in the last few minutes, casting a soft light over the river, the Rock, and us. After opening the wine bottle from which we both drank deeply, I reminded you of the recent challenge. ‘Well, I notice you’re still clothed, and I believe there was a concession to be made at the start of our race here?’ You nod slowly, a smile plays at the corners of your soft lips as your hands move to the top button of your blouse. . ’ Tracey interrupted, ‘Quite well, too!’ I gave her a little smirk. Then I continued, ‘I have stripped and teased men in Harvey’s bar. I sucked lots of cocks. I was fucked in the ass – several times actually. Then last night, I lost my virginity in front of hundreds of people and then was screwed in every way I could imagine by people I don’t even know. Just what more do I need to do?’ ‘Oh, there’s lots more,’ said Tracey. But I’m sure your poor little pussy and asshole are probably a little.