Then the moment came when she continued the topic saying "You know When we fought last year and you called me a whore and a slut, so do you remember t...at?" Yes I do" I said"That is why I started watching porn. I was angry that you called me a whore while you are the only one I ever fucked"Here she said it again and I knew this was going to be an adventure now,"I know babe, I know when you lost your virginity to me it was the best feeling I ever had how can I forget" Then why did you call me a. The heat started building up when I looked at her and came close to her face. I went her lips feeling her heavy breath, heart pounding fast. We kissed for the first time.It was the best kiss ever. Her soft lips were mesmerizing. I put my hand inside her T-shirt and touched her boobs over the bra.Current flew through her body and she moaned. I started putting my hand inside her bra over her shirt. Her boobs were very soft and I was the first guy to touch her like this. I started pinching her. ‘What are you doing, Mistress?’ Stacey asked in a fearful manner, tears in her eyes as she stared intently at Benita. ‘DON’T CALL ME THAT!’ Benita shouted as she swiftly and surely removed the slave collar from around Stacey’s neck and tossed it on the bed beside her. ‘I’m not your Mistress, anymore,’ she added as she resumed her packing. ‘Please! Ben, Honey, don’t leave me!’ Stacey cried out as tears flowed down her face as she cried unchecked, her legs and arms still bound to the bed. ‘We’re. There was no back to the dress above her hip bones with just a hint of a butt crack in back . A shadow. She was a big hit with the men at the reception; not so much with the women.(*Thumb dress: If you were to put the flat of your open hand between my wife's thighs [lucky you] like you were shaking hands, with your thumb pointing up and the hem of her skirt or dress touching your wrist, the tip of your thumb would get wet!)We had just finished dinner, during which I had pointed out at least a.