He walked across the intervening space and tapped her on the shoulder 'Hello, Elizabeth', he said in a cheery tone, 'found something interesting for t...e week-end?'At least that's what he had intended to say but he hardly got any of it out, for she jumped as though she had been shot and dropped the book at their feet. He bent down and picked it up.'The Sexual Life of Catherine M.', he said in a low tone. He gave a silent whistle. ' Gosh! What will they say about this?' He smiled, holding the. We stood watching for a table or booth to open up, as even in the post lunch rush time, the place was still full. As luck would have it a trio of ladies rose from a booth on the right wall, Arisol quickly moved to it, almost before they had slid out. I followed through the crowd, folio in hand taking note that I wasn’t the only artist in the room, several similar folios stood propped against tables as I went. Arisol slid into the booth gracefully as I propped my art against the room. Although of course I didn't say it, I knew that I was being ordered to do the impossible. She had ordered me to do something that ANY straight man in the world would fail at, that is not to become aroused in her presence. My punishment for not following her command involved the placement of a nylon zip tie around the top of my scrotum. Every minute that my penis remained erect, (Or twitched for that matter) she commanded a slave to pull it tighter one notch at a time. I had no idea how. The film had been romantic and charming, and it was lovely to see Italy in another time, long before either of them had ever been there. Robert had his arm around Juliana’s shoulders and held her close, feeling her warmth against him. His arousal was still very much there, more so as her hand brushed against his cock on its way to hold him close too. He felt it twitch and became more aware of how urgently he wanted her. He leaned into her and cupped her breast with his other hand as he kissed.