They both looked down at it."Sorry but you snatched your handbag away," Hans whispered but didn'tmove his hands.Danielle gently moved his hands out of...her lap and pushed them into his."Why don't you just let me give you some money and then I can relax; I'mfeeling quite tired. "Danielle returned her handbag to her lap and tookout her purse.She looked at Hans defiantly.When he told how much her ticket was she was taken aback and nearlychanged her mind about paying for it but she'd made too much. She wanted him to **** her. He wasn't, of course. Her loving husband was there and this was all consensual, but she loved feeling on the edge, being so thoroughly out of control and dominated. She wanted to be used without regard to any consideration for her. So, if it felt like too much, that only confirmed that she truly had submitted to being his dirty whore to use. Spinning and overwhelmed, she was getting off on being possessed and feeling used like a whore. Those thoughts and sensations. "I won't need to go there," he told me, as he took my hand in both of his. The sensation was absolutely marvelous."And I'm fireproof in any event," he added before getting a faraway look on his face."Yes!" he said on recovering, "The spell was triggered one time. I renewed it and added two more cycles to its life before it's canceled," he informed me."So they never managed to check on the Defensive Shell and may believe that we are still in there, which may mean that they aren't actually. She was explaining the rules because the circumstances might arise where her slave had to be left alone for a little while. Mistress could decide whether she wanted to fuck or to be fucked by some of the men or women of the club. Therefore she couldn’t be babysitting her slave every single second, renouncing to her pleasure for a slave. She would decide later at the club if the slave was to be ordered to remain still and silent, to be free to act, or something else. Mistress Serena had.